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Poor Me

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Poor me. Poor me. Pour me another drink.

   And so I sink…

To levels,

   Where I don’t need to think.

 

Life sucks, and I am stupid, there is no point to this.

   And so I wallow,

In self-pity,

   Chased with alcoholic swallows.

 

I have no determined destiny,

   No goals that I can think of,

I’ve forgotten how it feels,

   To love or even be loved,

 

Sadness washes away,

   With a twelve pack of beer,

Nothing makes a difference,

   Except my inner fear,

 

The one that haunts me, through everything,

   Drunk, stoned or sober,

The dishonesty that comes from me,

   That wants it all to be over.

 

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