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Carnal

I didn't think he was this bad
I knew he wasn't good but I didn't think he was this bad
why wasn't I told?
maybe because I wasn't good, too. I wouldn't have
been able to help me, though, I like to believe that I would've if
I had the mind to read in between his statements: I miss our times as kids. Remember that time we trick-o-treat on Fletcher street? Time flies by so quickly.
the bottle is the only thing that helps him right now
it's the only way he can stop thinking
seeking shelter in those hard loving memories.
He tries to make everything better by high-fiving all of us now, by pretending he is happy now,
passed out drunk.



(July 27, 2015, 4:53 pm)

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