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The last time I saw Benny
He was on the floor
On the ground, drinking
More and more, as if
He couldn’t stop,
As if he needed to fill
His whole body up
Not knowing that
He would get ill…
He died on the floor
Of his basement
His mom crying heavily
Answering no statements
We all teared up
As we saw his lifeless body
Rise, in the arms of strangers
Whose eyes told no lies
They knew he was young
Too stupid to realize
That alcohol is a killer
In a tasty disguise





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