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Alcohol
That clean crisp bubbly taste.
That clean crisp bubbly taste I crave.
That taste just one more sip, one more sip to drown out the noise, one more sip to forget about everything.
One turns into two, two turns into six, God knows it goes down easier than water.
I used to be able to hold so much more, or at least it seemed that way. I just want to relax, to stop the stress just for a minute. But next thing I know, my lips become loose and words that were hard to share now start to flow without any effort.
Eyes no longer bright white around my irises, now bloodshot.
Stumbling over my words, thoughts hazy, tripping over myself and my head becoming scatterbrained.
Just one more drink.
Just one more drink to keep my emotions at bay.
That taste of clean crisp bubbly sedative.
Just one more drink.
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Maria Mastay
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