i guess i was there. i mean, i had to be.. but i can't remember... makes me wonder why i need to go back? its just, deep inside me, the same motherly instict to feed a child cough syrup, to lull her to sleep i would just breathe in her ears. i mean, to be really honest? in high school, car keys were like the keys to the bars and to be free in bars
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now, trickiness.
the thing is, there really is nothing like being sad. there's nothing else that steadily consumes you in the same silky way, starting out as an embrace and ending up in a choke hold. o sweet travesty. knowing how it is, i know there's nothing anyone can say. except that it will pass. maybe on it's own, maybe via a forcible kick in the ass, it will pass.
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