I'm staring my hit, right in the face. I want to pick it up so badly.
Take a puff. Just one. But I know I shouldn't.
And so I'm at deadlock.
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Excerpt:
"So thats it? You're just gonna let go? Just like that?"
No. Like this.
and everything fades into black
1 comment:
hit? What hit? glad to know that you're ok...was really worried. But knowing how much of a survivor you are...
BTW, the ghosts having wild sex on your bed thought is hilarious.
I hope you're good.
miss you like I miss doughnuts.
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