Hansens, Vodka, and a bit of red wine. It's funny how much it looked like blood. Perhaps it was an omen. I think that because there came a moment in my night where I returned to find openness, and when I lookwed for a shred of validation I found anguish. And so, childlike as I am I shatter a window instead. Nay; three windows. The first was with an
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