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Drink to Obliviation

Drunk again.
I suffer in silence,
Alone with troubles untold.
Waiting to die,
I've got no vestments,
No holdouts left.
No one to call my own.

One cannot say what troubles,
When to think obscures the truth,
And to state ones mind,
One must become a champion.

A loser.
No winning here.
You will lose your hope.
You will lose your dreams.
You will lose your love.
You will lose your life.
There is nothing for you.

Where to from here,
When all is absent?
When we learn that heaven is false?

Nothing will last.
Written by Awkward_Sasquatch1 (Sasquatch)
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