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A chain of misfortunes. A chapter of disappointments. Dreams broken and many bereavements. This is their daily bread. Their worries never seem to fade. What's their next choice? Please hear out their voice. They drink merely for effect not taste. Then for a couple of hours, their minds will be at rest. They say that they are now strangers to themselves. But they don't know that the whiskey is a danger to their health. They don't know that sanity is deserting them. And upon themselves they are bringing shame. Please help them stop. And find a way with stress to cope.

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