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Friday, October 22, 2004


the influince of alcohol
My tears fall down.
Like an unearthly rain.
Yet I hear no sound
in my horrible pain.

I try to defend myself.
But I'm hit once more.
He's not like himself.
But this change is to much to ignore.

He's used to be different.
A more gentle soul.
When the beer was absent.
But then he took a stroll.

He went with some friends,
to watch something on TV.
To more and more beer he sends.
Until he comes home tipsy.

Ever since that day,
he's become more rash.
And every night I pay,
with every hit, kick, and tongue-lash.

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