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About This Poem
Whiskey
Don''t talk to me with your whiskey breath
I've had enough of your drunken ways
you hurt me with your addiction so selfish in many ways
this is not me so why do i stay
I guess i keep hoping one day you will wake up
to see what you have,
before one day you wake up to find what you have lost..
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