A couple of scratch-offs and a bottle of wine,
How I love this sweet freedom
That's not even mine.
How I wish I had some...
There's a thrill in minor gambling,
And a rush with how alcohol spins my mind:
All my thoughts are suddenly scrambling,
But I can leave some anxiety behind.
Ok, so maybe I'm not ready
For freedom's daunting danger,
But I'll always be unsteady,
So why should privilege be a stranger?
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
