Rows and rows of bottles I go
Happiness inside the bottle goes to a friend with hope.
They love it they love me,but not the real me
I suppress the real me for them to be pleased.
I want to go back to the bottles because they call to me
I'm addicted and I'm afraid of it, of me.
Bottles,bottles,bottles, all in a row to my bottles are never more
©natsukipoe
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