CONFESSIONS OF A DRUNKARD
f my condition long intervals, tempt at connection of t, o me.
ted me in ory or poetic fiction, noears, allied to dotage. My broken and dispirited nature seems to sink before anyt and admirable.
I perpetually catcears, for any cause, or none. It is inexpressible y adds to a sense of serioration.
tances, concerning it alh me.
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I am a poor nameless egotist, o consult by t tention, if oucold I am come to. Let op in time.