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Didn't want to go to close
It might have been a dillusioned dose
Maybe someone having a poke
It definitely wasn't a joke
Feeling the anxiety
This felt like a strange society
Just as well I had my sobriety
No one else would have gone quietly
They wanted me to make a pledge
It seemed like someone was inserting a wedge
Others thought it might just be a ledge
This was the way it was living on the edge
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