He unscrewed the cap and took a sip, which turned into a swig, which then turned into a skull. Drowning his sorrows in alcohol once again, it would always be this way, he could never change.

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I am unhappy to the point of seeking death, and none would know it, so soothing and warm by nature. How deceivingly unhappy the world would be if all were as I am.

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