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Feb 2019
I’ve walked on a red carpet before
The floor was sticky
The bright lights broke my eyes
And the beer was delicious

When it ended
I was in a hospital
An old woman grabbed my arm as I left
I don’t think she wanted to be alone
Written by
Whipped Cream Zit  22/M
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