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standing here
i quit school today
did you know that?
of course you wouldn't
you're too busy to care
to notice
glass of whiskey in my hand
the same old song and dance
add some new moves
anger
thrashing
turn turn kick turn
smash the glass against the wall
shattered pieces in my hand
the sting of whiskey
mixing with my blood
i lap it up
a last desperate attempt
at failed sobriety
at finding you
i swallow the whiskey
the blood
pieces of glass
take me away
take me where you are
take me where
i never need to feel again
only the glass tearing my stomach
and the whiskey reminding me of old wounds