Right my wrongs blasted through the TV. Aysan sat up against the headboard of his bed finishing up his fourth blunt. The curtains were closed , and all the lights were off. The only thing that lit up the room was the TV. He missed Kamari bad , and it was eating him alive watching her live her best life while he suffered. He tried calling Kamari , but like always straight to voicemail. For the past few days he had been scrolling through their pictures smiling slightly at what they had. He decided to go to her instagram knowing that , that would make his chest hurt even more.
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