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Drunk.
The boy was drunk.
He was falling.
In a dizzy little dance.
Falling.
I saw his eyes.
Sad.
He spoke.
Never said his name.
I'd follow, giving.
All I can to him.
But isn't this a lie?
To many truths to be spoken.
His words.
Burn my tongue.
Fill my lungs.
Did you know air was hard to breath.
There you are.
Falling.
There you go living.
In that little box.
To closed.
Wake for me.
Answer my questions.
Drunk.
The boy was Drunk.