Alcohol elegy

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She was screaming.
I don’t know who that she is.
But that she was screaming ’cause,
the bleeding won’t stop.
The blood was pouring out in the form of clots,
and the alcohol and pills were doing a great job.
I could see that the suicidal sensation was spreading all over her physique,
I told you, the alcohol an pills were doing a great job.
Maybe this she has something which she doesn’t have,
and maybe that she is ‘YOU’.

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