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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Hi my name is izzy, im an alcoholic Never really had a problem But that’s what other people call it I guess I’ll never change Cuz my brain is really strange And it helps me not to care. Yeah im pretty messed up The fact that im here at all means i fessed up I wasn’t in control Of my body or my soul And rifts it caused are voids now. I burnt bridges way to easily Tried to rebuild a couple recently And really I think it would be good for me But I need to admit I caused that. A decade under the influence As a kid I said I’d never do it But then I grew up and went through it Never put a lot of thought to it And now the life i leads incongruous To a peaceful existence and happy life. Sure. I’m happy in the drunk state Payday comes. The weekends here i can’t wait To get dressed up and smelling good to go play In neon streets with golden lights and and no gray It’s fun for the night, but then I check my bank account. Wake up from a deep not sleep You blacked out again from a night in the streets Try to recollect some memory you can keep But more than money, in memory the cost Aint cheap. Don’t ask what I said or did. I don’t remember. The women are a great thrill From the club to her crib to an alcohol and chill Her lips make the room spin like a windmill Or at least, it probably would if I remembered Wake up in her bed with a headache She rolls over, groans and says this was a mistake I hold my head and say I can relate So I get on all my clothes abd vacate. It really isn’t as fun as it sounds. Head is split in two and the sun burns my eyes What was done yesterday was random and unwise No matter if I say it’s hookup culture I despise I actively participate and it causes cognitive dissonance
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