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Back we go, again and again into that void of hangovers, bitter-sweet, and bruised arms and legs. Melancholic, involuntary smiles wash away in the shower with sleep dusted eyes that barely caught a doze. Headaches that make walls quake and rooms spin whilst cooking greasy breakfasts and shaking heads. But back we go again, how many times now? Hoping to forget; dive into that beautiful void.
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
Hungover
Back we go, again and again into that void of hangovers, bitter-sweet, and bruised arms and legs. Melancholic, involuntary smiles wash away in the shower with sleep dusted eyes that barely caught a doze. Headaches that make walls quake and rooms spin whilst cooking greasy breakfasts and shaking heads. But back we go again, how many times now? Hoping to forget; dive into that beautiful void.
gaby-lemin
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
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