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Last Night

I threw myself in to a run
with nausea in my throat
and a pounding head...
Just the torture I needed
this morning.

The Night before was
a ten deck of cigarettes
and £70 of alcohol.
I chastised the Christians
for not thanking themselves
when their life was good.
I slurred my words.

I was the cunt again;
no honour, no respect.
No thought.

You all know
the impending sense of doom
as the night before
flashes back at you.
The long list of apologies
the karaoke nightmare
(yes, I did it again)

Fuck all of that.
Written by CruelHandedWriter (Jamie Rhodes)
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