Today I will pour!
To force myself treat!
I have no occasion.
The occasion am I !
I suffered too much,
now deserve a little dope.
With a sweet opiate I will prize myself,
If I could donate myself happiness .
Your bitter taste good I know
Burn me as an insult.
With a grimace I drink of you,
but I know - you will not hurt me.
Fatigue began to evaporate.
Here is joy - not late.
For the poor you were.
So, I never was strong.
I know everything is fake,
but it seems so beautiful!
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