Fun Times With Vodka
I have fun times with vodka
When it tells me they love me
and turns around and hurt me
When it is screaming in my face
then hugging me with open warm arms
It is telling me they hate me
then the next day not remembering
having fun times with vodka isnt so fun
when it kills you the most
as ironic as it may seem
vodka loves me and i love it
we have fun times
and hard times
but i will always love it
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