angelic party girl

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she's lacks identity, but she's a persona.

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that goddamn dive bar scene, she's destined for greatness, but tonight she sipped too much guinness, which lead to her laying on the bar plot; she smoked too much pot, she forgets to never mix it with alcohol.

the closest to hell she's been to is her slowly opening her eyes, & raising head in a frenzy, heading to the restroom pronto. the party's about to be revived & everybody will know.

not that she will take the party by storm, no, but she'll finally not feel like she's too far down. she does it all for herself, not to please anyone else.

all the drugs she takes, that need is personal & authentic. all the validation she craves is from her soul & guts. & she's in a state of nirvana & starving for more than a snack.

but what can she do when her hunger's suppressed & her homesickness is left on the kitchen table of an apartment she no longer rents.

she's doomed, she's bound to the streets at night & silky sheets, longing of her childhood pink bed with plushies of a complex building that is crashed & destroyed down.

the streets shout her name, buy she whispers back pleasant memories with those who now stain said streets with lies. lies, we all tell ones to ourselves, & different ones to others.

she doesn't gossip, but she can't stop sipping on her own. thorn away as the rain drips her new coat.