Whiskey

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Heated up as the whiskey flows through the veins in my body,

The world slowed down as the mind began to put up a marvelous show.

Broken shards and the dark mist of the present made me groggy,

The heart continously burn as the time became a little slow.

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A shallow place where every nightmare is playing simultaneously,

Dancing through the convoluted mess that I cannot seem to forget.

Did I became a villain from the choice I made spontaneously,

Did the people who I trusted the most suddenly became a threat?

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Running away as the past tries to catch up and stab my back,

The present has gotten scarier as it constantly changes its path.

Would the future be full of tricks that will get me lose my track?

Would honesty and trust still exist from the inevitable aftermath?

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The numbness is starting to wear off and I can already feel the flame,

Almost as if the soul wants to escape from this loud pandemonium.

People are slowly drifting away and I know it wouldn't feel the same,

Depression on the rise and I feel the need of taking opium.

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Despite all the arrows of torment from whom I thought were comrades,

I am still on my knees walking and attempting to be set free.

You'll never get the chance to see me stumble and fall pretty bad,

I will not apologize for the mistake you have all given me.

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