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The worst night of my life, thanks to vodka, killed my best friend. We were so young and clueless. If I could take one thing back, that's what it would be.
Vodka. The beverage that takes over lives. So good, yet so bad. It drives my father mad. It's ruining my family. Tearing us apart. I refuse to ever touch it. A crying shame. That's what it is.
Stricken with waste. No way out. No one can survive here. It's a big mess. What our world we love so dearly is turning in to. We can't stop it. There's no way. We're stuck here forever. We have to make a change. Do something about it. We can't live like this. We must escape.
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