by Kimberly Wells

Created on: July 09, 2010

This morning the headache has followed her here.

From yesterdays lack of the drink.

The tremors are worse than they normally are.

She can’t find the calmness to think.

Although she promised when at the days end.

Tomorrow would be the first day.

The drink she would leave to the drunks of the town.

She'd  surely keep herself away.

The tremors controlled every action.

The dream of the drink ruled her mind.

Today would be the last day she'd swear.

No more days of the hellish rewind.

Well this is the story she tells every day.

She  might as well put it on tape.

Cuz in the endShe knows the drink once again.

Is exactly what she's going to take..

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