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Dec 2019
21
The party is over.
The guests have all left.
Stumble to the bathroom,
a pit stop before bed.

Your stomach flows over.
You’re retching up a mess.
Laying in the men’s room,
wishing you were dead.
Everyone remembers their 21st, or at least some of it. Wrote this over a year ago. Just found it now.
Ryan M Hall
Written by
Ryan M Hall  23/M/Davis, CA
(23/M/Davis, CA)   
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   John Glenn
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