A World Away

Original Poetry

Drunk in love
Becomes a hangover
And soon
You’re struggling to get out of bed,
With the immanent feeling of vomiting
As the first thing that comes to mind.
It’s dark,
Your head hurts like a bitch.
Suddenly the good seems
A world away from you,
Doesn’t it?

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