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The top unscrewed
Cinnimon wafts from the bottle Ahh the sweet scent of fading troubles Painless temporary bliss Nothing matters No war Death Sickness Poverty Sadness Only happiness Floating on a big puffy cloud With every tingly drink I wonder At the bottom of this bottle Is there an answer? Something to cure all I feel? Gulp after gulp my spirit soars But as the sweet liquid stops flowing At the bottom of the bottle Is nothing No glowing cure-all Nor rosy happy dreams Only emptiness |
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Thats why they say, you can never find the answers in a bottle. Only the Man upstairs can give you the answers.
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I don't know, some of the people I know come up with some pretty good answers. Seek and ye shall find is where you're headed though, I'm thinkin' there's merit there too, just depends on your perspective.........
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I can't offer a cure-all (((((Princess))))), but I will always share a hug or my bottle, whichever is needed most
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aww well thank u no
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