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“These are supposed to be our best years our most memorable. Shamefully, we are a generation of alcohol amnesiacs we barely remember the names of those who have filled our beds. Its all a quest to find the ONE they say. The weekend warriors battle through the multitude of diseases, what troopers. You really have to ask yourself, is it all really worth it? The hangovers, the blackouts, the bad dreams and tormenting dizzy memories. The STI’s, the fall outs, bust ups, and broken friendships. All of this from inside a glass. You pay for it from the cash in your pocket, but your left with shattered lines across your face. We are marred by our regrets. So, is it worth it? yes? Then what can I get you?” Asked the bartender. “These are supposed to be our best years our most memorable. Shamefully, we are a generation of alcohol amnesiacs we barely remember the names of those who have filled our beds. Its all a quest to find the ONE they say. The weekend warriors battle through the multitude of diseases, what troopers. You really have to ask yourself, is it all really worth it? The hangovers, the blackouts, the bad dreams and tormenting dizzy memories. The STI’s, the fall outs, bust ups, and broken friendships. All of this from inside a glass. You pay for it from the cash in your pocket, but your left with shattered lines across your face. We are marred by our regrets. So, is it worth it? yes? Then what can I get you?” Asked the bartender.
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Our broken generation
“These are supposed to be our best years our most memorable. Shamefully, we are a generation of alcohol amnesiacs we barely remember the names of those who have filled our beds. Its all a quest to find the ONE they say. The weekend warriors battle through the multitude of diseases, what troopers. You really have to ask yourself, is it all really worth it? The hangovers, the blackouts, the bad dreams and tormenting dizzy memories. The STI’s, the fall outs, bust ups, and broken friendships. All of this from inside a glass. You pay for it from the cash in your pocket, but your left with shattered lines across your face. We are marred by our regrets. So, is it worth it? yes? Then what can I get you?” Asked the bartender. “These are supposed to be our best years our most memorable. Shamefully, we are a generation of alcohol amnesiacs we barely remember the names of those who have filled our beds. Its all a quest to find the ONE they say. The weekend warriors battle through the multitude of diseases, what troopers. You really have to ask yourself, is it all really worth it? The hangovers, the blackouts, the bad dreams and tormenting dizzy memories. The STI’s, the fall outs, bust ups, and broken friendships. All of this from inside a glass. You pay for it from the cash in your pocket, but your left with shattered lines across your face. We are marred by our regrets. So, is it worth it? yes? Then what can I get you?” Asked the bartender.
Low-life free verse
#life#regret#drink#trouble
CarsonHurley
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CarsonHurley
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
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