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My Whitness

A glass of whiskey for the stress put on me another drink to ease my pain this shot of vodka for the lies I learned pour me one for the shame I carry Down the drinks to forget the memories I see Smell the alcohol on my breath See me stumble into the darkness Just another reason to avoid my life Slowly slipping away from all It is you I call to For you are my only whitness Down the drink

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 10/14/2012 3:38:00 PM
another drink to ease my pain this shot of vodka for the lies I learned pour me one for the shame I carry I like that part, please consider my poem Rum as Sacrament for another point of view concerning alcohol.
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