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the fun of nights the enjoy of knights turn on your mower when its closer the lame party the game pantry some snacks for me some grapes for she and he the agers of mid night
Autumn air cools a townhouse on one mediocre Friday evening. Christmas lights have been -s-t-r-u-n-g- around the   ceiling's perimeter, giving the atmosphere an orange glow. Three friends talk   laugh
The wine I drank felt like it was spilling down the walls. I vomited harshly into my friend's toilet, reminding myself why I hate being in this position. My head pounds, my eyelids heavy.
Let me tell you where I'm at Here at night supposedly alone, Listening to songs that make me feel whole. However there is Disappointment, Self hate and his sister Anxiety, All of them sleeping over.  
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