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pour yourself a drink it's four o clock somewhere and who cares if in the morning you'll feel so much worse pour it with shaking hands from caffeine worse for wear and no food that day just as long as it hurts let the wine spill down in gulps of pain and regret don't bother to measure you'll feel a little better let it race into your blood all you want is to forget your liver fails and body cries with each sip saying 'whatever' choose to lose your mind and senses to getting ****** up oblivion your only goal hoping it'll be over soon choose to disregard advice because it's never enough and neither are you as you howl at an ignorant moon drink down each new glass with reckless abandon and hope that you'll forget this night or finally commit that deadly act drink until you're hollowed you empty out and heaven knows you want to die each minute now there's no going back listen to voices instead of friends to pain instead of love part your skin to cry in red because your eyes are stone cold listen to acohol and pills as the only things you trust give up and give in because your future is dust not gold. © Tara India.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
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pour yourself a drink it's four o clock somewhere and who cares if in the morning you'll feel so much worse pour it with shaking hands from caffeine worse for wear and no food that day just as long as it hurts let the wine spill down in gulps of pain and regret don't bother to measure you'll feel a little better let it race into your blood all you want is to forget your liver fails and body cries with each sip saying 'whatever' choose to lose your mind and senses to getting ****** up oblivion your only goal hoping it'll be over soon choose to disregard advice because it's never enough and neither are you as you howl at an ignorant moon drink down each new glass with reckless abandon and hope that you'll forget this night or finally commit that deadly act drink until you're hollowed you empty out and heaven knows you want to die each minute now there's no going back listen to voices instead of friends to pain instead of love part your skin to cry in red because your eyes are stone cold listen to acohol and pills as the only things you trust give up and give in because your future is dust not gold. © Tara India.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
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