I was found in my room surrounded by liquor bottles. I was on the floor not being able to feel a single emotion. I was empty. Just like the fourth liquor bottle I had in my hand. And just like the piece of paper that laid on the floor. He came and asked me if that was the way to forget him. I replied with 'No darling, that's the way I like to forget about myself.'
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
I was found in my room surrounded by liquor bottles. I was on the floor not being able to feel a single emotion. I was empty. Just like the fourth liquor bottle I had in my hand. And just like the piece of paper that laid on the floor. He came and asked me if that was the way to forget him. I replied with 'No darling, that's the way I like to forget about myself.'
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