intoxication

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you set fire,
to my brain,
as the intoxication grow,
it rains.
all around me,
I lay on the ground,
crying,
with no one knowing.
no one can see,
no one ever will,
I don't matter.
why would I?
silly me,
thinking I mattered.
in a world,
where we are all,
alcoholics,
but I'm,
only a bottle.

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