When I think about what love has brought me, I remember the times that my only refuge is alcohol.
It helps me forget about my pain and misery.
I forget about the person I have given the power to hurt me.
Experience has taught me to be wise, and I keep with me one hard earned lesson amidst my drunken stupor—
Giving too much of myself to somebody is almost the same as suicide.
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