My eyes feel tired and heavy, my head is pounding. I look up and see, swirling bodies dancing. The possums in the tree, look like big rats. The bottle drops, and I watch it spill. My hair was tied back neatly, now kind of messy. My make up perfect, now black rings. Where is he? I cannot see him. So many people, I feel dizzy. Everything is black, I can finally relax, the ground is spirraling, or is it the sky?
Reason for writing:
I wrote this one morning.....
Birth sign: Leo
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