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I havent written anything in a while I hope I have improved since my last story!

I constantly question my circumstances. My father tells me to just listen and learn. I find that this statement has always been quite ironic, simply because every adult knows that experience, trial, and error are our best teachers in life. Seeing something happen is just not enough to learn from it.

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Why did I take the very first drink?
I didn't enjoy it. Now that's what I think

Made me feel poorly was sick in the sink
I spent all my money and made the house stink

It's not bloody funny when the room starts to spin
They said 'Here have another and feel like a King'

When I woke the next morning I thought I was dead
I'd pissed in the wardrobe and fell out of bed

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