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The Celebration

by @johanna-magdalena

After our conversation I was left unsettled, like the pages of my life and been torn out I left the celebration As the sky lit up like gold, walking home my usual route I know the party lasted until late afternoon and when you are drunk you don't notice much Empty bottles among colourful, frail balloons and my glass of wine in the corner untouched After our conversation I was left uneasy, like I'd been walking in circles on a straight road I left the celebration As the sun woke the city, walking home to the music's echo I know the party lasted until late afternoon and when you are drunk you talk too much Empty words strung in a truthful, painful tune and my glass of wine in the corner untouched After our conversation I was left confused, like I'd forgotten every face and every day I left the celebration With a heart that was bruised, and I could hear the sirens not too far away
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johanna-magdalena
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Written by
johanna-magdalena
23 / F
Published
Oct 12, 2015
Time
2m
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#words#drunk#wine#talk#conversation#celebration#bruised#sirens#glas#praty
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