When she feels empty she fills herself with alcohol
When she feels lost she finds herself at the bottom of a bottle
She bottles up her feelings and then pours them into her glass
She drinks as if it can cleanse her of her sins
Make her mind as clear as the vodka in her stomach
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Poetry
PoesíaHey, this Is a collection of poetry I've been writing since 2010. I promise it's better toward the end, being that's my more recent stuff. So feel welcome to skip forward, read it backwards or whatever you'd like:)
