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12/25/2008
Twice this week;
Failed both nights;
Morning still arrived;
I still opened my eyes;
A morning fix of whiskey
mixed with dark rum;
I took them all
But it wasn't enough.
IBC liquor,
I can't stop thinking of her.
I'll never see these walls again,
May never see this state.
I saw a VHS of a 10 year old me;
He's the reason I turned out like me:
A fucked up, dead end me.
I saw that I hated being happy,
It made me subject to hate.
The seventh grade sat through guidance
meetings on bullying because of me.
They said "What about kids like Drew?
He doesn't care, he smiles and laughs,
Surely he isn't hurt!"
She spoke up against them for me,
"You don't know that!"
They sure know about me now.