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The warnings of alcohol

From hopeless drunk to sober, the week I turned my life around. I’m not a slave to the merry-go-round, I let it go. My addiction, the teddybear in the attic. Alcohol was the promise of heaven only to end up in hell, pretty bottles full of poison, making me forget my reasons for living. I vomit, smash my car,black out, fight, have sex I regret, forget my manners. Jesus’s turned water into wine but maybe he shouldn’t have. I go to a party and by the end of the night pig’s might fly.

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