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When I Close My Eyes

I was born in Mexico City and grew up in extreme poverty. I started using alcohol at the age of 14. Immediately, my loneliness and alcohol were the perfect duo. Liquor was my inseparable friend. Sixteen years had to pass by for me to realize that it had turned its back on me. Alcohol slowly took away my joy.

At the beginning it was all happiness. I could socialize everywhere, especially at parties. Each Christmas and Thanksgiving I was tortured by loneliness, so I drank to feel better. During those years, I never had the courage to thank God for anything. I always complained about... Login to read more
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