The cold liquor running down my throat. Covered in a revealing top and a small coat. Usual Saturday night. Ending up in a dumb fight. Drinking and smoking away the pain. ...
Isn't it strange when a person just disappears out of your life? When you imagined being their future wife? After spending every free minute with them every day. And suddenly it seams like they‘re far away. ...
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