another missed call she would have died to receive. another bottle. she's sick and tired of all of this. too much introspection and not enough words she wishes she could say. too many of how she's sorry for all of this. she had to have a best friend carry her again. how many times would this have to happen? one more? two more? ten more? fuck if she
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^ reminds me of me.
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my writing reflects drunken, or drugged emotions.
its not beauty, it is just an escape.
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