"Last night I got drunk.
Words became actions and the actions were forced.
Sex was a joke and the cliché was near, conversations empty like my heart.
Friendship damaged, morality lost.
I balled my intoxicated eyes out, with no shoulder for my tears to run to.
The cigarettes keep calm and the ride home leaves me sober.
What kind of man am I? I'm not a man at all."
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I don't even know what all these genres even are but this is some good shit.
edit: I actually do know what most of these genres are, about two years later. khonsu00