Bottles everywhere
You're sleeping in your underwear
I seem to have something in my hair
Don't know how it got there
Some memories seems to be missing
While the birds start signing
The lights are too bright
For my poor sight
I guess we had fun last night
Hope than i'm right
- life of the party
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Thin as Paper
PoetryThis is my journal This is my thoughts and my real feelings Enjoy the dairy of a broken girl ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ( certain poems are about eating disorder and abuse of drugs and sex so yeah your warned)