Alcohol

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Little Feet

Little feet ran on the beach.

Little feet ran on the sand.

Little feet kicked the water....

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MR & MRS BLAKE ( &...

MR & MRS BLAKE ( & THEIR PERSONALISED CAKE )

WE,RE NOT SURE WHAT THE BAKER
MEANT ..BY THIS!!!
HE MUST OF HEARD
THAT WERE ALWAYS...

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I Can't Stop

I don't even know how it started,
or where it even came from.
All i know is that it needs to...

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Hungover

Hungover

11:00 AM feeling shaky

bruise on my leg and head feeling achey

Looking around

...

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Empty living room thoughts

Empty living room thoughts

*loud quiet ,a hand gun and vodka in a flask/

ill riot ,take a shot ,then my ideas would have a...

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Pencil

In my brain your name has been crossed out,

But only ever in pencil.

Mine has been washed...

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I GIVE UP

I GIVE UP

I GIVE UP

Dreams of someday making it big

a big house white picket fence

dog, wife...

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Lets Go

Let's go, let's go run every red light and run every stop sign.

Let's go drink away our pain and...

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A Broken Bottle

The fact that I ever idolized those words
leaves me stricken, disgusted, im left in distress
...

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BIONIC BERTY

" Ello Doc! me old son "

" Hello Berty lad, take a seat!

What can I do for you today...

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cryin in your beer

You said you were going to laugh when I left, you said the party would get started the day I walked out the...

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Vices'

Vices'

At the bottom of this drink,
Having one more, to this I think.
It only oppresses the past so...

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Not So Pretty

Not So Pretty

Once a popular cheerleader, smart, beautiful, and funny

No one knew the truth, the silence, the...

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Raindrop Bullets

Raindrop Bullets

Isn't it ironic ? That song played on the old trucks radio as he cranked the car then walked back inside to...

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Inner Demons

Inner Demons

My inner demons are dark and vast,
Some live in the present, some in the past.
You can only...

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Drunken Jazz

Dancing wild, drunken folly
the night sky retches at
the stench of benches strewn
with...