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Created on: April 25, 2008
As the last drop leaves
The end is screamingly close
Finally the last glass is here
The bottom of the barrel
I search my soul
For which way I should go
Why I have lost myself
In this dark and horrible way
I bring myself to a stop
Which way should I go?
To move forward with grace
Or return to the comfort of yesterday
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