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Then There Was Two

It's is eleven in the morning, three bottles down, and I am still going. I am well on my way down a road of self-destruction, self-pity, a lot of feeling sorry for myself, playing the victim. One word sums me up perfectly, both physically and mentally, fucked

And do I learn my lesson?

No!

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