Alcholism

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Alone in life she rowed Upon the lonely waters of life Her spirit was sinking low And she wouldn't stop causing strife  She was still there in physical form But her dreams lay deep in the river Broken by a bottle of identity torn And an irreparabl
I don't have a number for how many times;But I remember running...I remember harsh lighting in tired eyes,And middle of the night, fight or flight car rides...Phone calls and ringing;Then screaming.
A beer bottle broken upon an empty table But my friends are alright, for that I am grateful You see every day is a battle that I fight Never resting never stopping till I lose the light
Little girl lost and alone Won’t pick up the phone Too scared to go back home   The bottles kept stacking up Daddy didn’t you have enough Anger grew, We all knew What he was going to do to you
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