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I lost a friend.

I loved a lot.

They were here.

But now they’re not.

Whiskey claimed them

And took their heart.

In their place stands

Who they’re not.

Twisted thoughts —

which don’t make sense.

Guilt, and pain —

serving penance.

I lost a friend.

I loved a lot.

They were here.

But now they’re not.

Self discovery in progress, stay tuned

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