Fist time drunk

by Nikole   Jul 15, 2005


In only a few hours,
My stomach was up in flames.
Contents up risting,
Lighting my throat.
Words mixed up
Vision blurred.
An illness I gave myself.
Kept myself hydrated.
With all the wrong things.
Happy and fun.
Switched to Sick and sad.
Fear the next morning.
There nothing the same.

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