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I drunk until my mouth would say what my body could never show.
I’m in love with someone who I will never allow to know.
And so, I stumbled home another night intoxicated, in love and utterly alone, when I called your unsaved number in my phone.
I bemoan my decision before you even answer
regrets spread  in my body faster than cancer
but then you speak and my self control   becomes pathetically  weak
“god, you must think I’m a freak
Its about to peak 12:00 am
And here I am
Calling you,
completely how of the blue
But I guess my subconscious feels the need to say how
I’m hopelessly in love with you, and believe me when I say I don’t want to be.”
Ironically I don’t even drink.
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Nostalgia  15/F
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