pour another shot

November 5, 2017

late night talks

and hazy thoughts

live like it's our last night

pour another shot

shout out our worries

and cuss our angers out

sing random songs

and cry our pain out loud

drown our heavy sinking hearts

until it's no longer there

we're only human after all

how much pain can we bear?

Ely Dawn

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