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A Poem by brianna vega

oh dear no good i have absoletly nothing
to write about that doesnt
taste as cheap on the tongue
         as vodka from a plastic bottle
oh dear oh dear ive done it again
   i can feel the symptoms theyre making me feel sick
                   im not ready
i dont deserve it                 dont give me your attentions    ill become addicted to it
        secret smiles       and silly jokes                 late night text
you leave me wondering             i hope im not alone in this
              oh dear no good
you have me hooked like a country
   girl messed up in a city party.