hangovers arent good for ya.

A Poem by brianna vega

sitting here staring up

head hurts like the time we tripped up

shoved up

needles in our arms

cant stop

wont stop

dont care about the harm

sitting here tearing up

i shredded up my dreams

once i messed up

shoved up

swallowed little dots

i choked up

spit up

peices of my heart

once i drank

sipped tasted

then threw up.

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Added on February 9, 2008

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