Poison: Drunken nights with friends at four in the morning tastes awfully bitter like you
I'm scared you're more in love
with the moment than
you are with me.
Please fall in love with who I am,
and not who you see.
s.d
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Thoughts Of An Alcoholic
Short StoryThe murmurings of an alcoholic in her expensive satin sheets of a boy she doesn't "love" {Various timed updates} /based off a true story/
