I was beat, sworn to senslesness by a bottle of SoCo. The sweetest taste was still on my lips. Burning in my chest, ignoring the chill of the unclasped cold. The night had been fairly uneventful, especially after the last few weeks of awkwardness and stupidity. Black was the sky. Emptying was my home.
There were still troubles tormenting me, still
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