Vodka
The cheap kind
Burns on its way
Down my thoat
But it doesn't bother me
Because I'm not drinking
To feel good
I'm drinking
Until I forget.
And as I type these words
I know I'm not drunk enough
Yet.
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I haven't written much poetry so if you have any suggestions please let me know. I'm 21. I'm about to start college again after dropping out twice. I will be majoring in Public Service with a focus on Nonprofit Management. If you have questions about something I write or just about me in general go ahead and ask. If you're worried it's too personal ask anyway (except full name, address, or other potentially identifying information). If I don't want to answer I'll let you know. Thanks for reading my poems! :)
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