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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FalloutLustoutm" data-source="post: 2344324" data-attributes="member: 811687">I wrote this in the last ten minutes, so don't be to harsh.The ends of my hair smell of alcohol, the expensive kind that tastes sour on my lips.  I sit in the corner of the bathroom stall,  my warm, sticky fingers encircle the plastic of a bright red cup. I slosh my arms lightly around in the air like the wings of a bird, and the clear liquid slips over the rim and down my bare skin, past my elbow.The place is empty, not a soul in sight; I wobble in the high heels that adorn my feet as I stumble my way to the parking lot, spilling what's left of my vodka on my clothes which reek of cigarettes.</blockquote>