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Aug 2013
Never did I think that I'd miss the feeling
Of waking up on cold tile floors
With my face pressed against the sweaty floor
And nausea bubbling from my gut.

Never did I think I'd miss gagging on my own breath
Coated in last night's cigarettes
And too much bourbon
And someone else's mouth.

Never did I think I'd miss
Waking up next to someone
And not giving a **** who you were.
Anna Vida
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Anna Vida  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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