Drink me away...
You will never love me and I know that now you adore your liquid poison more than life itself
lucky me, can ' t you see I ' m in love with you and this is a eulogy to your empty bottle, a dead spirit that mirrors
mine. You are not the first to think the last drop will satisfy your vague urges, does it make you feel less alone now?
You used to make me feel so good, you used to touch me you used to hold me, you used to say you love me, too
proof, that words are akin to smoke, fleeting and inconsequential. And how many times did I say
moderation is the key to all good things? Somewhere in my mind, a seed of hope holds out you loved me more, after all
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