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I do not want to be 18 anymore, Because all I do is buy cigarettes. & when I smoke them I think of you. I do not want to smoke Mary-Jane. Because when I'm high, I still only think of you. I do not want to get drunk anymore, Because I'm tired of hearing my friends say "She's gone," Every time I ask to speak to you. I do not want to stay awake all night, And leave cuts on my wrists, "I'm sorry," I'd say, "I was just thinking of her." I never asked for this, I try not to think about you, So all I can tell myself is, "You left her."
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Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
The First Phase of a Heartbreak, Is Admitting You're Broken.
I do not want to be 18 anymore, Because all I do is buy cigarettes. & when I smoke them I think of you. I do not want to smoke Mary-Jane. Because when I'm high, I still only think of you. I do not want to get drunk anymore, Because I'm tired of hearing my friends say "She's gone," Every time I ask to speak to you. I do not want to stay awake all night, And leave cuts on my wrists, "I'm sorry," I'd say, "I was just thinking of her." I never asked for this, I try not to think about you, So all I can tell myself is, "You left her."
I've never regretted something so much in my life. I'm broken, sorry.
carlie-l-richardson
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24/F/Georgian
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
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