DrunkA Poem by Zombieshotwip
He wallows in a bottle of self pity,
Trying to drown the pain away. His sense of rationality begins to wane, as he goes off in a drunken haze. Pictures and memories are thrown away with all the hell he felt on the 40th day.
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Added on February 6, 2013 Last Updated on February 6, 2013 |

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