Vices'

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At the bottom of this drink,
Having one more, to this I think.
It only oppresses the past so much,
It will never bring back your feel, or your touch.
Instead its the temporary amnesia I seek,
The pain it takes away, and the feeling of being weak.
This feeling never lasts, consistency is the key,
I'll never take this vow of marriage, or again commit to WE.

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