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And I Failed Yet Again
For the past month
bottle after bottle
after
b
o
t
t
l
e and I've failed.
Consumed with the hunger
for more and
more and I haven't been
satisfied
since i woke from
the coma.
The beer has given me free
dom
and fat... oh, how I've grown around the waist
head
face
brain areas!
My short term memory
is shot
but alas I remember the bottle
when my hands shake
i remember the bottle
when my stomach aches
i remember
i drink
i die awake a little more
each
time.
I'm still alive
alcoholism is wrong!
It's to slow for the
suicide case.
BLAH! BLAH! BLAH!
What's this poem
about? Is this A poem?
Where's my
b
o
t
t
l
e?
my hands are shaking a g a i n !
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