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I have taken shots of sorrow til it became bottle after bottle of warm liquid that ever warms my veins leaves me wobbly and in a daze the bartender says my limit is reached but i tell him to keep pouring keep pouring ,keep pouring, til I lie down snoring However, like a wounded beast i refuse to lie down So,I'm sitting at the bar and feeling weak ditzy and cant speak the woman next to me is saying something about her problems and things but my only replies formed are mumblings the shot glass is sitting on the bar empty in front of me painted with the cherry red of my lipstick that once made me pretty it tempts me for another round it's evil stares haunts me and so I befriend its gaze by looking at the glass lovingly I ask the bartend for more but he tells security to usher me to the door upset, i saunder out, broke my left heel and scream curses as if im opening hell's mouth Limping around,I somehow found my car and sat in it took out depression ,rolled it up and lit it kept taking hits hit after blazing hit til my car was so smoky,it leaked out the window dancing into the air and vanishing-- leaving me as a widow it was then i decided to grow tracing the smoke as it dwindled looked under my seat and found a half empty bottle pain and kept sipping on it with nothing to gain the mirror showed my patheticacy faded cherry red runny eyeliner and smudged blush painted a wasted mural of me numb from anything once felt or thought i threw it into gear and attempted the wasted ****** of me
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC
Wasted
I have taken shots of sorrow til it became bottle after bottle of warm liquid that ever warms my veins leaves me wobbly and in a daze the bartender says my limit is reached but i tell him to keep pouring keep pouring ,keep pouring, til I lie down snoring However, like a wounded beast i refuse to lie down So,I'm sitting at the bar and feeling weak ditzy and cant speak the woman next to me is saying something about her problems and things but my only replies formed are mumblings the shot glass is sitting on the bar empty in front of me painted with the cherry red of my lipstick that once made me pretty it tempts me for another round it's evil stares haunts me and so I befriend its gaze by looking at the glass lovingly I ask the bartend for more but he tells security to usher me to the door upset, i saunder out, broke my left heel and scream curses as if im opening hell's mouth Limping around,I somehow found my car and sat in it took out depression ,rolled it up and lit it kept taking hits hit after blazing hit til my car was so smoky,it leaked out the window dancing into the air and vanishing-- leaving me as a widow it was then i decided to grow tracing the smoke as it dwindled looked under my seat and found a half empty bottle pain and kept sipping on it with nothing to gain the mirror showed my patheticacy faded cherry red runny eyeliner and smudged blush painted a wasted mural of me numb from anything once felt or thought i threw it into gear and attempted the wasted ****** of me
(pathetic-ca-cy) lol i doubt its even a word but this is kinda how i feel tonight :/
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC
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