A long night of drinking lead me to the thought of you. I go on my phone and I find a picture of you and her. I begin to cry and look up at my cousin. I slur out "I wish he would have died that night in the hospital..." My cousin looks at as if I was insane. I nod my head, look down and continue "...so I could have been the last thing he tasted."
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
A long night of drinking lead me to the thought of you. I go on my phone and I find a picture of you and her. I begin to cry and look up at my cousin. I slur out "I wish he would have died that night in the hospital..." My cousin looks at as if I was insane. I nod my head, look down and continue "...so I could have been the last thing he tasted."
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