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I’m drinking whiskey, My life is risky.
It got so bad, as it never was.
My wounds are bleeding, I'm now leading
A sad lifestyle, unlike I was.
Living around, I never found
A bit of joy, or a little luck.
By limitations I'm always bound,
At times unwillingly here stuck.
My drink is over and I'm ready,
For my unbearing life to change.
I'm waiting for it to go steady,
To be less weird, to be less strange.

September 26, 2017.

© By Igor Packer

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