Lament
Each bottle you reach for
Increases your pain.
Trading solace for anger
With nothing to gain.
Inherent confusion,
Adverse and unkind.
Conflicting your judgment,
Distorting your mind.
Raping your beauty
From under your skin,
Infecting the comfort
You need from within.
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