Day 361.

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I stared at the unopened bottle of beer in front of me.

It has kind of become a routine.

I would drink til I was drunk out of my mind, drowning the pain and sorrow in bottles after bottles of beer.

I would even play the music we used to listen to; or the music that you used to love.

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