Warning Poem by poem whore

Warning



Drunk and wanting to fight
thinking some-one will die tonight
so stumbling around in a drunkin haze

my sight begains to fade
I am tierd and stressed
from my own disarest
I step to cross the street

That was the end of my life
drunk and alone I am now
only a ghost forever
roaming the roads

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