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Below The Influence.

Loner.
That’s where I started.
The chink in the chain.
The girl,
No one wanted.

Parties.
That’s where I went,
Just to become popular.
Such new people
Who didn’t think
I was a freak.

Alcohol.
They told me to drink.
They handed me a shot.
I swung them back.
I can’t remember drinking
Half.

Popular.
That’s were I was.
Climb to success.
Roll to stardom.

Parties.
That’s only where I went.
Shots, shots, and shots.
Feeling dizzy.
Feeling sick.
Blacking out.

Whore.
That was my label
The next morning.
No recollection of
What had happened.

Nobody.
Square one.
Alone.
Again.

AIDS.
This is where I am.
I only have so much time.

Regret.
I wish I
Had stayed
True
To
Myself.

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