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it was more than a week ago when he burned my hand and i called you up drunk. she pulled the phone from my hand and told me i was making a mistake. i told her i was calling my mom and she gave it back to me. we were on the bus when i called her and i smiled at him and i felt dizzy. she took my phone from my hand and talked to her. you didn't pick up so i called again. ring.    ring.      ring. i whispered in her ear careful and afraid, ( i n t o x i c a t e d ) "don't tell her what i told you earlier." she turned to me with an eye roll and said, "i would never." he watched us. hands shaking as i texted you as steady as i possibly could. it might have been the third time i told you i love you that month. you told me to stop texting. she handed the phone back to me and got off the bus. i told him to come over here. he said no. i sighed and sat next to him. she was giggling in my ear. i felt sad. so i started to smoke. she took my phone away. my voice was hoarse from all the cigarettes and my hands were frozen. inside, someone turned on all the lights. i handed him the phone. he asked if you were my sister. she gave me back my phone. i messaged you again. you said you were bowling. i said i didn't care. i hung up the phone and asked him where he was going. we were alone. he said orleans, what about you? i said st laurent. i told him my sister lives there. you wouldn't call. your phone was broken. it went straight to voicemail. you said i was drunk. i said i wasn't. i said he burned my hands and i made lots of friends. you said congratulations. i got off the bus before him. i said i love you. you said, "you're drunk." i said i was scared and that i was alone. no one would answer my calls. i got off the bus at my sisters. i listened to the strokes. someone behind me called my name. i played with the cigarette pack in my pocket. it was my sister's boyfriend. he lead me up to their apartment. they gave me beer. and **** you said i should be talking to her. i said i'd rather be talking to you. i met a drug dealer and tried to roll a joint. they told me to keep drinking so i did. it wasn't enough. you said you were done. i asked you why but i think i already knew the answer. "i want to wake up with a hangover." "keep drinking." you went to bed. i told you i love you. you didn't answer. i woke up at one in the afternoon and told her we needed to talk. i wasn't hungover. i went out to my friends house. i played with the cigarettes in my pocket. i got home and asked you out. you said yes. i felt complete.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC
you look as dead as i feel
it was more than a week ago when he burned my hand and i called you up drunk. she pulled the phone from my hand and told me i was making a mistake. i told her i was calling my mom and she gave it back to me. we were on the bus when i called her and i smiled at him and i felt dizzy. she took my phone from my hand and talked to her. you didn't pick up so i called again. ring.    ring.      ring. i whispered in her ear careful and afraid, ( i n t o x i c a t e d ) "don't tell her what i told you earlier." she turned to me with an eye roll and said, "i would never." he watched us. hands shaking as i texted you as steady as i possibly could. it might have been the third time i told you i love you that month. you told me to stop texting. she handed the phone back to me and got off the bus. i told him to come over here. he said no. i sighed and sat next to him. she was giggling in my ear. i felt sad. so i started to smoke. she took my phone away. my voice was hoarse from all the cigarettes and my hands were frozen. inside, someone turned on all the lights. i handed him the phone. he asked if you were my sister. she gave me back my phone. i messaged you again. you said you were bowling. i said i didn't care. i hung up the phone and asked him where he was going. we were alone. he said orleans, what about you? i said st laurent. i told him my sister lives there. you wouldn't call. your phone was broken. it went straight to voicemail. you said i was drunk. i said i wasn't. i said he burned my hands and i made lots of friends. you said congratulations. i got off the bus before him. i said i love you. you said, "you're drunk." i said i was scared and that i was alone. no one would answer my calls. i got off the bus at my sisters. i listened to the strokes. someone behind me called my name. i played with the cigarette pack in my pocket. it was my sister's boyfriend. he lead me up to their apartment. they gave me beer. and **** you said i should be talking to her. i said i'd rather be talking to you. i met a drug dealer and tried to roll a joint. they told me to keep drinking so i did. it wasn't enough. you said you were done. i asked you why but i think i already knew the answer. "i want to wake up with a hangover." "keep drinking." you went to bed. i told you i love you. you didn't answer. i woke up at one in the afternoon and told her we needed to talk. i wasn't hungover. i went out to my friends house. i played with the cigarettes in my pocket. i got home and asked you out. you said yes. i felt complete.
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Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC
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