A broken record on a loop it seems, "It was me first," a fractured, lonely plea. Not first to drink, to smoke, to drown in vice, But first to yearn for empathy, a guiding light. Drunk on tears, not cheap and fleeting wine, Disturbing not with malice, but a desperate sign. A mind adrift, wher..
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