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It wasn't that I went out alone in a two day old t-shirt, greasy ponytail got drunk at the bar ate cold french fries while staring at some sports game I didn’t give a **** about It wasn't that I thought about getting more drunk somewhere else craved blacking out so I wouldn't have to feel at all It wasn't that I stumbled through my back door into the dark quiet of my house watched myself in the mirror swaying with red eyes as I brushed my teeth It was only after I wrestled off all my clothes, Laid in my bed and tried to sleep, That I realized how deeply and utterly numb and empty I am.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
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It wasn't that I went out alone in a two day old t-shirt, greasy ponytail got drunk at the bar ate cold french fries while staring at some sports game I didn’t give a **** about It wasn't that I thought about getting more drunk somewhere else craved blacking out so I wouldn't have to feel at all It wasn't that I stumbled through my back door into the dark quiet of my house watched myself in the mirror swaying with red eyes as I brushed my teeth It was only after I wrestled off all my clothes, Laid in my bed and tried to sleep, That I realized how deeply and utterly numb and empty I am.
elise-davis
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
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