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Dear J
I think I've seen this place before,
Where alcohol tastes like water
And my tears won't stop hitting the floor.
Time goes by without notice or care,
The cold wind whips through my jacket
Drying my eyes as they continue to stare
I've been here before,
Maybe I never left,
This strange place, I am not alive
nor am I dead
Simply trapped, alone
Drunk and half alive.
© Nikylus Flint
Where alcohol tastes like water
And my tears won't stop hitting the floor.
Time goes by without notice or care,
The cold wind whips through my jacket
Drying my eyes as they continue to stare
I've been here before,
Maybe I never left,
This strange place, I am not alive
nor am I dead
Simply trapped, alone
Drunk and half alive.
© Nikylus Flint
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