2014 saddness
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Bottles of liqour were never enough for me to forget the way you tasted. The smoke constantly reminds me the shade of your eyes. I look at the ceiling and see the dull angles we used to look at 3 am in the morning. I hate it.
I feel lost in my own self to see how an amazing day decides to blow up in flames
I feel like the moment I try to rebuild my happiness
