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Dear Mom

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As I leave here to pursue a better home
I pray My cowardly attempts here be left alone
drowning in drugs and desperation
I bid adieu to those seeking inspiration
For they and i are exactly alike
Doing to myself what happens on third strike
In all the solution's, teachings and medication
Mom i still cant find a cure just a realization
that nothing tastes as sour as whiskey
except the actions i will take that are far to risky
Ill miss you mom i really will
but here in my hand lay just enough amount of pill
to send me free of this weakness and dismay
goodbye for now ill see you another day
Mom i love you im so sorry it had to be this way.





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