alcohol, by deborah
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the stimulation from the brain , goes on an on again
. To cope with life or so we think . We try to live , but
sometimes for another drink , at best , our lives go on
again until the alcohol is gone . We sleep it off just to do
it all over again . Troubles , Depression , is our excuse ,
but we cant hide our abuse . life seems empty without the
juice , seek from this an there is no excuse. |
Posted: 2010-06-05 20:33:44 UTC |
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