Drinking to freedom.

1 shot. 
2 shots.
3 shots.

5 shots.
6 shots.
7 shots.
just one more...

Faces glow,
feelings intensify.
Free, without care,
worries drown in the liquid consumed,
ampthetamines can't compare.

8 shots.
9 shots,
10 shots,
hit the floor,

Warmth spreads,
brain numbs,
all control ends,
but I'm free.

Free from everything.

The End

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