Last night blurs
Sank too many
Vodka cruisers.
Raging.
We rocked back
God knows where,
Did it in the lounge room
Fell up the stairs.
His mate came in
Pale chest, no hairs,
Stared at me a moment
Din’t know he was there.
Feel sick, feel crap
Vomit on my tongue.
Wish I didn’t come here
Want my mum
Fantastic Ginny! Looking forward to reading more xx
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