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Vodka...

Comes with a blade, It's hands are laid... Strange healing it brigns, My ear rings, All those evil things, That society brings... All the s*..

I'm all alone, No need for that tone... I hear... everythin else is silent, Onto a burnin pile i went. There aint nobody. My soul is bloody. ..

Here i stand, All alone, a handful of sand, Only missin the witch, So which is which? Oh right...the switch. What everyone does to me is ditch.

They always say, That they will stay. That they're always there... When i'm not in need, Then, they are indeed, Always there. I'm here to hear..

Not fiction

Noises of loneliness

Love rock 'n roll too.

:-(

Rock 'n roll!