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By LostSoul

I open the door Slowly.... Take one step in And see... This place is just not meant for me I walked inside Picked out a stool Sat at a stool And ordered a coke They look at me like I'm a joke Them, with their beers in hand Laughing gleefully Of how they drank and drove And went to jail For DUI like it was a joke No seriousness in it at all I don't understand Why do they want to fall This is not a place I want to be But their stories intrigued me And yet they don't want sympathy They talked of one night stands And how one left the wife And how a wife left a husband Just to have pleasure for one night They drown their sorrows With refills like there is no tomorrow Their breath smells and reeks This is a place I don't seek But this is life With it comes strife And this is how people spend Times to mend If not to their end I will take my leave If you please This place is just not meant for me I don't want to drown in sorrow I want another tomorrow So to you I bid adieu Good luck to all of you And hope you will be true If not for others then for you

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