All Drunk Up

One glass empty
Another to dull
One glass to slur.
I'm not yet full.
Another chugged down
The pain is still there
Two more for passion
Time to despair.
More drinks to fight
Another to lose
Anything to forget
Long years spent abused.
The last drink is consumed
I don't know the cost
The bottle claims one more
Another life is lost

But no one cared before

 

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