Day Two:
Sitting on a rooftop with a laptop.Smoking a ciggarette and last night it rained.
Tonight's a dance. I guess every night is.
"we are nowhere and it's now"
Running out of nicatine like time and love.
A letter home telling how I feel and felt.
I hope [i don't think] you'll read it.
I miss my friends.
There's a fly in my tea. I think about drinking it anyway to feel something real in me but instead I set it free.
Until tomorrow.
A letter home telling how I feel and felt.
I hope [i don't think] you'll read it.
I miss my friends.
There's a fly in my tea. I think about drinking it anyway to feel something real in me but instead I set it free.
Until tomorrow.
Le Deteriorating Bree
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