Bottles and glasses, left to stand,
As time slips through like grains of sand.
Often adrift, in a half-conscious sea,
This life of escape, it isn't for me.
Emotions submerged, a silent tide,
Demons within, in darkness, they hide.
Endless battles, wear me thin,
Against this foe, I cannot win.
You've stripped away the friends I knew,
My soul you've scarred, no recompense due.
You...
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