Charger, Charger, Charger
Oh, here we go.
Dunkin Donuts- no
A bar maybe
I walk in and go
Pacing up and down
Arms flailing
I feel fucking insane!
Can you charge my phone
You need to order something ma'am
I have no cash
No id
A man besides me offers me a drink
I order my shirley temple
They laugh
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Getting Better
PoetryThrough and through I have felt down, and even though this, I never thought recovery would really be this hard... Back and forth, up and down, read on to hear my struggle through out.
