It was like looking in the mirror.
His grief consumed him, and he drowned his sorrows in a bottle,
Recklessly rushing into the fray.
Yet he was strong.
And so was I.

It was like looking in the mirror.
His grief consumed him, and he drowned his sorrows in a bottle,
Recklessly rushing into the fray.
Yet he was strong.
And so was I.
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