A long night,
of undetermined phone numbers,
and a headache full of hangover.
My blood got turned to alcohol,
and regret was written all over my body.
Hickeys and lipstick stains.
What the fuck is that?
Blurred vision,
Just one more sip, please.
I begged for another dose,
I pleaded to get cranked.
Just one more line.
and I'll be fine.
But I didn't do it for the pleasure,
but to overdose.
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A/N I have absolutely no idea what I am writing about in this. I don't understand myself, so I don't expect you to understand either.
