I sit and drink
and write and such
and around me
is life and love so much
still why and when
I'm tough and feel so down,
not worthy of a crown.
Tattooed friends and vodka drinks
around we sit and share our thinks
no matter what fun we do
its always me, alive and true
And as i sit, the friends are gone
a little drunk, a bit withdrawn
i know for sure its me i love,
but to share my heart,that, i think of.
Today, I thought I had a stick stuck in my hair. A very pokey stick. That
aggressively bit my face when I tried to get it out of my hair. It was a
big ass ...
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