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Alcohol tore up my life, my mother beat me when I'd argue
with her. She almost killed me because of alcohol. Alcohol
isn't a good habit to pick up, it doesn't solve your
problems. Their still there when you come out of your
drunken state. Most you of you know what I'm talking about,
because alcohol has ruined your life. Alcohol is also a
killer many people have been killed by a alcohol, just
because someone decided to get drunk. So think next time you
decide to drink alcohol. 
Posted: 2005-10-30 14:50:01 UTC

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