back in those days when beer was my best friend and friends were all running on empty money was low but my desire wasn't, it ruled my life and i hurt people real humans, with feelings and no even uttering a drunken apology not seeing the concern, just people holding me down more and more drinks, never seeing an empty bottle full ones were always waiting and so i swore and yelled, and hurt... but never stopped to care, to think did i mention the blood the crimson i bled and the tears to accompany it but no pain, not physical just emotional did i die, was i in hell but the answer was simple i made it that way until i realized how bad it was, who i made cry and i fell to my knees and i laughed and when laughing was over i started to cry what had i done what had i created just me, a simple evil monster and hope bailed on me a long time ago now when the Lord is my best friend, and and friends are never low, any bottle that comes my way get's smashed and any tear on someone's face is cared for and i can sleep at night knowing tomorrow i will be ok i can afford life and no longer worried looks drift over just relief that i am back, and never again will i fall......
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self explanatory, but if it is you, please get help, it won't get better
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