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here's to
all the nights where we
stayed up late until our eyes were dried
where we hugged our covers tight
and cried ourselves to sleep
willing just to feel alrightfor the moments we prayed
and wished to forget –
to bury memories
within the depths of our headsthe ache we'd succumbed to
when darkness carried our bodies afloat
to the drugs we inhaled, the liquor we chugged
all searching for ways to finally copeto finding the courage to admit
we weren't okay
but still finding strength
and reasons to stay
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Drunk Girls Don't Cry
PoesíaI'd rather drown myself in shots of tequila and glasses of wine than pick up the phone and say 'hey baby, I'm not fine.'