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by THE CHAMP Jun 7, 2008 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Drinking is the game see how drink I can get tonight it all continues to be the same making my way through the fight I've drank way too much drowning away the pain getting weaker to the touch with so little around to gain I'm sorry I do this to myself it's just too hard to bare alone why does he do this to himself sitting on the ground like a cold stone Maybe one day I will get the point till then drinking is the game