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The Lesson to Partying
Contributed by
MogulPoet
on
Monday, 14th January 2013 @ 10:22:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Coming home every night wasted. Trying to remember how everything had tasted. That blunt I had smoked got me so blazed, My eyes where completely glazed. This feeling isn't the greatest, But out of all the high school trends it is the latest.
That morning everything was spinning. After last night I thought this feeling was called winning. My bathroom is trashed, And I feel like my whole body has been thrashed! I can't even get up without falling back down, And I feel like I've submerged my head into the toilet just to drown.
I thought when the going got tough I was to have some fun, not make things rough I guess it's not all about going out and having a "good time," but rather staying away from anything involving crime. So here's a tip for the reader. Don't always follow the leader!
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MogulPoet
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2013-01-14 22:22:15] (Date/Time posted on
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