

Whiskey Out of the BottleAs we encroach upon twenty-one our livers are screaming at us to halt. High school is over, but the rush is not, and I sit here wondering: Do you remember the whiskey we used to steal? We’d down it at the crime scene in your parents' living room.Whiskey Out of the Bottle
Now, we’re left taking shots of youth: Left fermenting, Seeping into our consciousness, Rotting away at what fun we had, what memories we hold. Long gone are the invincible nights that turned into days, When young adults could still be kids. &nbs
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