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my pretty poem

i hear there voices
and i reconize my choices.
i taste the beer
and my dreadful tears.
i feel my life slipping away
each and every day.
i know its my choice.
but i have no voice
to speek to change what ive done.
wow i never thought it till now but they won....





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