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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..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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January 5, 2013 at 12:19 PM
I Don't drink:)
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July 15, 2012 at 11:59 PM
Hi Kerry, i'm not one to hang around with drinkers. I actually have a boring life,, one can say. This is what i do, i jump on the soup, or hang out with my kids. I don't really know too many people that drink. In a way I'm kind of glad i don't or else I'd be the one brushing them off. Seeing what drinking did to my real mother when she was live.. this is a very strong emotion to share.. Glad it is not your own ((read your comment to Andrea on the bottom)) well I better let you go. Hope to see you check out my new contest and visit my latest poem. LUV~ PD
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July 16, 2012 at 3:29 PM
Hi P~D I too dont drink & try to stay away from those that do, im sorry about your mum & yes this is a strong emotion to share but i really would like my dear friend to read this & maybe change her situation, glad you stoped by & yes i will check out your contest have a great day x :)
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July 15, 2012 at 9:55 PM
Yuk, it sounds terrible to have to endure someone's constant whiskey breath. I have a sister struggling with something similar. Be strong, kerry! Do what you need to do!
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July 15, 2012 at 11:47 PM
Thank you Andrea, but this is not about me it's about a dear friend that yes has to endure her husbands whiskey's breath i tell her every day to stay strong & move on.. :)
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July 15, 2012 at 6:30 PM
‡ I Said Baby Maybe Come Back Maybe Next Week, You See I'm On A Losing Streak, I Can't Get No, No No No, No Satisfaction *.* No Love Reaction ... Smile, I Wonder If Old Mick Had A Few Shots Of Whisky Afore He Spilled These Notes ? Sweet Beautiful Kerry * And As For This Ultimatum, Well, I Hope That They Wake Up Also Because Your Beauty Is Definitely A Sweet Prize For The Eyes &, Whom Can Deny, Such Beauty, My Luv, Rachel ‡
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