𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚜

6.Robust

I raised my glass to the heaven's above,
To forget the memories when I was so in love.
I raised my glass to forget the worries,
Wine was the only cure to my disease.

Robust Liquid hit my Tongue,
Never I felt this young,
With every sip, I forget her,
Depression and anxiety I don't fear.

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