This is what I've been afraid of,
another lonely night
Where the hell are you?
Oh well, there's vodka in sight.
No distraction to keep me from thinking,
not everything's alright.
This is what I've been afraid of,
another lonely night
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Withered Words
PoetryMy words are withered because they suck. A collection of some of my poems. If they're poems at all. (:
