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I'm the first person
You drunk text this weekend
She said
He said
You always will be
So  the weekend came
Drinks drank
Thoughts thought
Feelings felt
I'm very drunk,
And drunk texting you,
To let you know,
I miss you
And she said
Dawww
Miss you too
With three w's
Three,
Which of course means
She likes me back
If hate truly exists, then I honestly hate forgetting
I fail to recall my common sense when your memory makes me feel at ease
I forgot to push through your pulling me back when I remember what you once said,
a hundred times less than I'd like to have heard
Another day, Something done wrong.
Another day, and it shouldn't be long.
Before I snap, act out of control,
who knows what it is I will do.
You invite me in for discipline and while your at it you tell me again,
Of how I'm a failure and not fit for this place,
Taking me down another notch, to my self hate.
So when I quit and you say it is I who failed you, remember that no;
It is not I that have failed you but it is you who have failed me.
Another day, wasted.
The eerie existence of a simple moment,
           Small and finite, yet full of pretentious meaning...
                                   Simply crossing through dimensions -
                       Almost systemiatically defining life,
           Clarity amongst a constant ibid of chaotic misdirection.
Leaving us with profound instances of life,
                                                                       death,
                                                                            love and loss...
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