i am the unfortunate tourist, stranded at the edge of your bed. shipwrecked. journeyed from the depths of our drinks to the small curves of your legs and yet in your absence… i feel good now that you're gone. i am the constant exit, the constant ex, the next former friend to attend your revenge. and you said “you're just like them. born to love and
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