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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.

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ryan-hall69

23 / M

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Written by

ryan-hall69

23 / M

Published: Dec 4, 2019
Time: 1m

Notes: Everyone remembers their 21st, or at least some of it. Wrote this over a year ago. Just found it now.

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