I lie in bed,
Consumed by waves of nausea,
Pondering that most important of questions,
Whether it is worth running to the bathroom to vomit,
Or whether to just end it all to escape this feeling.
For how does one survive a hangover,
With no access to Berocca?
Oh why have you forsaken me?
I definitely packed you in my suitcase,
Traitor. Treacherous scum.
Bathroom it is then...
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