It's inevitable.
I don't know what it is.
Writing. writing.
Goin nowhere.
i am drunk and
i want more.
scribbles, scribbles
everywhere.
i can see, yes,
i still can see.
though i see nothing.
still awake,
not supposed to be.
just writing, writing.
i don't care.
see me in this state of mind.
i'm a blur.
i am rambling.
i am writing, writing.
seemingly forevermore
about nothing.
it's inevitable, i know.
and this is just one
of those things that
won't make sense
in the morning.
Fuck,
the sun is up.

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