spent
and at the end of the night,
you can't tell the difference between the sweat running down your face,
or the beer and vodka mixed with it,
or the tears.
or the tears
and all that's left are the spent cigarettes,
that empty bottle of baileys,
the burns on my arm,
and the empty bottle of pills
(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 7:21:00 PM
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