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She’s still scared of commitment
I’m still suffering from resentment
They’re still trying to figure out what my poems meant
They’re still convinced that I’m Hell sent
In love with the idea of love
Addicted to the taste of vodka
I still can’t drink enough
Everything I try fails
Succeeding isn’t for me
Completely off the rails
But can you blame me

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