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Penny after penny, bottle after bottle
40 ounces of violence, soothing my innards
Thirsty for the murky poison, craving confrontation
The bottle of hatred exposing my frustration
Brewed rage
Erupting malice
Eroding integrity
Rotten core
Grim reality of reckless relief
Ingesting infernal fluids
Never to be free
Night after night I find the bottom
Drowning myself in swamp water
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