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drinking games.

February 25, 2018 | thenspeaksthesoul

tipsy.
can’t feel my brain.
or my feelings.
what are emotions even?
just fuckin’ drunk right now.
could sleep it off,
the booze is gone,
that’s true.
tipsy. that’s true too.
music.
i should dance,
but wine. wine down.
i’m winding down.
could run for days.
could sleep for days.
tipsy, turvey,
sleepy, swervy.
go to sleep.
wake up tomorrow,
like today never existed.

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