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Cheap whiskey
In a coffee mug,
It doesn’t taste great
But It feels better.
The pounding in my head
Is softer now,
The emptiness in my chest
Less heavy to carry,
The days less difficult
To survive.
Oh, how I tell you
How I want to run away
From life itself,
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