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I can't stop thinking about them.
No matter how much it hurt to see that pity in their eyes…
I can't stop my brain from remembering that night.
Fuck.
They are perfection personified.
I rub my ribs were my tattoo is and sigh.
It's been two years today.
I just smoked way too much.
But damn, it feels fucking good.
The memories don't hurt as much.
Curled up in my bed, I finally let sleep consume me.
Knock Knock…
What the fuck?
I throw the blankets off of me while grumbling the entire time.
I am so not in the mood for this shit.
I throw open the door, "It's two in the morning asshole!"
I pause as the words leave my mouth.
It's them.
Oh my god…
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