At the Bar
she gave me tissue for the smeared makeup on my face
yeah i cried that night
and even during the day
I cried
for whatever reason
I still went to the local bar
hoping to watch a performance
- not necessarily to perform
the anxiety
it drenched me, yet cleansed me
it was scary
moments later, I was taking the mic
preparing to speak
I caught the same theme twice
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