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drinking

its time for tea.
ill bring the whiskey.
lets get wasted, and then a little friskey.
im gonna have me a drink, stumble around.
knock some shit off the table, and then fall down.

we're just drinking!
i dont know what the hell i was thinking.
im suckin down my poision, im in denial.
im losing my poise and,
im going senile.
just leave me alone with my bottle.
Written by the_unheard (aftermath)
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