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Going out is always so fun especially with friends close friends or strangers good vibes and good drinks we'll get drunk get drunk and watch the stars and we'll lie in the middle of the street as you think the person you're with is your best friend for the moment and life is good life is good for the moment until take 1 .. 2 ... 3 more shots and you swear you are fine because you're still laughing and nothing seems to be getting in the way except you take the 4 shot and you see him.. the one that got away the ex- lover that is happy with someone else and you start to feel empty and your smile turns a bit crooked and your face is emotionless and your surroundings turn into oceans of tears you're not quite sure why you are crying it why you even feel this way .. you just know he doesn't love you and you are not his and he isn't drowning in tears for you he's fine , he's happy perfectly okay without you.
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Alcohol and emotions (right now im sorry)
Going out is always so fun especially with friends close friends or strangers good vibes and good drinks we'll get drunk get drunk and watch the stars and we'll lie in the middle of the street as you think the person you're with is your best friend for the moment and life is good life is good for the moment until take 1 .. 2 ... 3 more shots and you swear you are fine because you're still laughing and nothing seems to be getting in the way except you take the 4 shot and you see him.. the one that got away the ex- lover that is happy with someone else and you start to feel empty and your smile turns a bit crooked and your face is emotionless and your surroundings turn into oceans of tears you're not quite sure why you are crying it why you even feel this way .. you just know he doesn't love you and you are not his and he isn't drowning in tears for you he's fine , he's happy perfectly okay without you.
brittney-anne
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
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