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the accident
party in the backseat drunk and having fun
couldnt comprehend the spinning and then i was stunned
everyone was screaming, i heard the tires squeal
when the car started flippig, i thought it was a done deal
my head hit the celing, the window in shards
abrasions on my head and thighs left me bruised and scarred
pelvis in pieces, fractures in my back
pulled out of the car and all...
Wednesday 15th January 2020 11:08 am
Drunk
The words you speak you don't mean to slur, you think you know what you're saying but it's all a blur. Missing the way things used to be, but crying at the cost of living; it's no longer free. Wanting more 'n more but you have to quit. Sadly it's your only coping skill to make you forget. You drink and you drink but now you're just sick, after four years you'd think that'd it'd click. Never does t...
Sunday 27th October 2019 6:21 pm
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