Drunk
Drunk
My stomach is turning and twisting inside,
My mind is fuzzy, my thoughts in distress,
My gaze is blank, staring at infinity.
I feel as though I’m only partly here,
And I’m missing half,
I’ve been here before,
I’ve seen this last,
Days on end, or perhaps only hours,
I know this state I’m in,
And I’m not in love, just drunk.
-feb 2001-
My stomach is turning and twisting inside,
My mind is fuzzy, my thoughts in distress,
My gaze is blank, staring at infinity.
I feel as though I’m only partly here,
And I’m missing half,
I’ve been here before,
I’ve seen this last,
Days on end, or perhaps only hours,
I know this state I’m in,
And I’m not in love, just drunk.
-feb 2001-
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| : | Vrijdag, mei 04, 2001 19:36 |
| Kan bijna hetzelfde voelen soms zelfs inclusief de kater de volgende ochtend!:))) xxxDaantje |
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| Benjamin de Rooy: | Vrijdag, mei 04, 2001 19:28 |
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