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Learning from the Past I almost turned to the bottle
to drown my sorrows
in a couple sips of pleasure.
How I miss
that euphoric feeling;
I desire to escape my body.
Maybe if I get intoxicated
I could turn back time
and bring you back to me.
Because right now,
your absence is too sobering;
it gives me a headache.
I’d rather drink in
the intoxicating memories
than face this empty place.
I don’t want to be here;
Alcohol, take me away.
