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Hangover. Photography by me.

Hangover

My bed stinks of pizza, My room is a mess.

I was held hostage Last night by my ex.

I came to the hotel, Hoping he’s changed.

Of course, I was wrong, It was my mistake.

I wanted to leave, He said: “No, you’ll stay”

I tried to escape, He got me again.

I screamed: “Let me go!” He held my wrists tight

And whispered to me: “You’re staying tonight”.

Through crying I’ve heard The knock at the door

It opened, I ran. The cab brought me home.

We always repeat The same old mistakes.

Please, darling, remember - The ex’s don’t change.

My bed stinks of pizza, My room is a mess.

I was held hostage Last night by my ex.

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