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I get it, you know, probably more than you’ll ever realise.
Small party at friend’s last night/this morning. I had quite a few insightful moments, through a smoke haze, a vodka induced perception. Just how much people cling to each other, if just for one night, to feel. How it can mean nothing and everything at the same time. How real everything feels when numbed by alcohol. The gravel scratching my palms as I took my place at your side, where I’ll always be if you need me. So cautious with you touch. I’m not made a glass, hell I’d probably withstand more than you. Friend’s exclamations at what you didn’t want to tell, didn’t want to be real. It’s all about me, it’s all about them, it’s about everyone and no one. Where do you draw the line at how far you go to feel ok?
I touch you so you can feel for me.
I tell my secrets so other’s can keep them.
I just wished you’d stayed.
A group of us cleared up and left 9 this morning, and I came home and slept. No hangover, I wasn’t really that drunk, and drinking since you’re 11 kinda builds up a resistance I guess.
But sometimes there's a bigger mess to clear up than broken glass and empty cans.