with all the time we had, with all the good & bad. every night my eyes closed mad, i'd turn around & i'd to it again. & with all the drunken nights, & all the stupid fights, both saying we were right - i'd turn around & i'd do it again. sometimes i feel that days are just hours for me. sometimes i feel there is no one left i'd want to be.
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