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Loneliness I am all but alone on this lonely fall night In Solitude, except for the warm bottle of whisky

at my side and the faux sense of fellowship I recieve From Each Letter I write to you Each Letter bringing me no closer to your warm loving embrace Each Letter, pushing us further and further apart With No one to console me in my unspoken heartbreak I turn to the only friend I have left And Cry out my sorrows Replacing each tear of my feelings, with a drop of warm Whisky

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