Emotions at the early morn

•3 am on a wednesday. In front of her a bottle of Hennessy , a blunt , paper and pen. Her thoughts in her lost little head of her are expressed on that paper. The sensation of the burning alcohol allowed the pain , the hurt , the emotions to spill out. She allowed her hand to write and not stop till every thing left in her mind was out. That night was the night she began to be a free spirit. Such careless actions. When she spoke the words that left her lips were so blunt. It was like her mind , heart , and soul was addicted to the careless ways. She was in love with it all. - C.J


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