My vision is blurry,
I stumble down the halls.
People are all around me, with those red plastic cups in their hand.
Loud music blasts in my ears.
People are handing me cups left and right.
Some one is grabbing my shoulder leading me out the door.
I can barely walk let alone see.
I just want to lay on the ground and sleep.
But somebody is pushing me to stand up.
I'm so dizzy.
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PoetryTiny poems that I came up with when I was bored. At least I think they are poems, hmm. If you want they could actually be book ideas but if you do turn it in a story either 1). Comment on the chapter your turning into a book or 2). Message me whic...
