Drink

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They tell me to chill

Take a few shots

'Till I forget about the bill.


The alcohol, rushing through my veins

Just trying to forget the pain.


To the bottles of liquor they crept

...To forget all the secrets they've kept.


People drinking without a clue.

Until things start to make due.

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