years went by, not a day was i sober
because when your high, the hits don't hurt as much
& the drunken sex makes you think he might really give a fuck
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The Art of Living
Poetryjust thoughts and poems and stuff that get progressively more depressing lol. needed a space to release all this instead of holding it in
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years went by, not a day was i sober
because when your high, the hits don't hurt as much
& the drunken sex makes you think he might really give a fuck