5 AM came like it did every night but it felt different. Nothing was like it used to be. Apart from her bottle of booze she was all alone again. No one to talk to, no one to hold and no one to give a fuck about. She felt lost in a way words couldn't explain and songs couldn't describe.
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5 AM || M.C.
Fanfiction"In the haze you see colours and problems suddenly make sense. But the way you've been going you'll be in an early grave."
