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Waking up the morning after, I can only recall the excessive laughter. The great vibes shared in one moment in time, It was all so beautiful, the highest of highs. **** My glance embarrassingly detects the frightful fact the mirror reflects. A bathroom tagged with the night's mistakes, Rorschach like markings of drinks and rare steaks. Always said "Yes", lacking all inhibition. I wish last night I lived its definition. So I readjust my head and all of the fixtures, and pray to god no one took any pictures.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
The Morning After
Waking up the morning after, I can only recall the excessive laughter. The great vibes shared in one moment in time, It was all so beautiful, the highest of highs. **** My glance embarrassingly detects the frightful fact the mirror reflects. A bathroom tagged with the night's mistakes, Rorschach like markings of drinks and rare steaks. Always said "Yes", lacking all inhibition. I wish last night I lived its definition. So I readjust my head and all of the fixtures, and pray to god no one took any pictures.
DerekBErig
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
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