grab the liquor!
poor it out;
let me taste the poison
let it run through me!
it heats me up inside
the fuel to my fire.
I cannot stop…
give me more…
yes
numbness
I feel alive when I feel dead
give me more!
pour it out!
here! put it in here!
it’s so blurred
things are so clear!
I think I love you
another shot
tequila!
YES
feel it slip down
it burns
I feel the demons escape
the noises are silenced.
I cannot feel
but I feel everything
the truth slips out like
the shots slip down.
burning me up.
leave me alone!
let me cry!
I need more…
I need more…
I don’t want to wake up…
POUR IT INTO MY HANDS
I NEED A DRINK
Mr Individualist 
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