My eyes are bloodshot,
And my hair's a mess.
But I'm not fucked up,
I just haven't slept since you left.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.
Worn Out
My eyes are bloodshot,
And my hair's a mess.
But I'm not fucked up,
I just haven't slept since you left.
