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so i had a thought last night at a point when i was too busy to try and make it poetic...then later when i was too drunk to make it poetic. Anyway, I shared it with John, and now I'm sharing it with the rest of y'all. Whenever the world has turned it's back on you, and you think that you have no friends, whenever your hurt or feeling down; you can
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He allows me to watch what is going on
without saying a word.
My best friend comes in a bottle,
numbing, chilling, retarding, stopping,
the light of maturity.
My best friend comes in a bottle,
not truly faithful, but
with a sense of philanthropy.
My best friend comes in a bottle,
he doesn't care
what your name is
where you have been
who your friends are
what your plans say
why you have come to him.
He just cares that you have come to him.
My best friend comes in a bottle
but he is all gone now.
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