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We used to smoke, we used to spend time like it was as precious as your last paycheck. I loved you because you were present, you got every joke and heard every sigh. The few, small times you were there, my god, were you there. Like a child, presence comes at a cost. You broke everything. Peter pan complex, your complexion was dark and light like your mood. Love me like I'm not crazy. Pretend I'm not sad nor desperate. My self esteem is as high as we are. I don't exist to be beautiful enough for you. I will never be beautiful enough for you. I gave you my time, the most valuable thing I have. All I have to give. Besides my body, but that stopped counting years ago. Part of me knows you cannot love another living, breathing being. You hate yourself. So you smoke my **** while I fall in love with you. You could have had me when you had me but now it's too late. There isn't enough alcohol in this beautiful world to make me **** you again. If you need me, I'll be here enjoying the present, listening to our favorite song, smoking all our memories.
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
If you need me, I'll be smoking all our memories.
We used to smoke, we used to spend time like it was as precious as your last paycheck. I loved you because you were present, you got every joke and heard every sigh. The few, small times you were there, my god, were you there. Like a child, presence comes at a cost. You broke everything. Peter pan complex, your complexion was dark and light like your mood. Love me like I'm not crazy. Pretend I'm not sad nor desperate. My self esteem is as high as we are. I don't exist to be beautiful enough for you. I will never be beautiful enough for you. I gave you my time, the most valuable thing I have. All I have to give. Besides my body, but that stopped counting years ago. Part of me knows you cannot love another living, breathing being. You hate yourself. So you smoke my **** while I fall in love with you. You could have had me when you had me but now it's too late. There isn't enough alcohol in this beautiful world to make me **** you again. If you need me, I'll be here enjoying the present, listening to our favorite song, smoking all our memories.
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
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