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It seemed like a laugh, it was okay;
That was the first time I used it.
Now I turn against others -
I've started to abuse it.
I thought I could handle a few drinks,
But two turned to five and then ten.
One day I've drink myself into a grave -
Not a question of if, but when.

I know it's killing me slowly,

But I can't seem to make it stop;
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