Mar 27, 2005 22:05
My conscious drifts, and sleeps in shifts, trading off between my open hand and swinging fist.
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And this alcohol is my wrecking ball.
We walk a nightmare line, wide-awake and dead at the same time.
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They should rule every alcohol poisoning death a suicide unless other circumstances are involved.......like murder.
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