laying on the couch, hungover, listening to my breath. reminds me of may. i hate that month. but i feel like it's back. july turned into may for a hot second. i hate it. all those feeling again. when i can't breath. and my arms tingle. and my heart hurts. i miss him. and even though nothing ever happend.. i miss him too. i miss my girls. i wonder
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