This isn't going to work out. Not putting any emotion into those words but you let them drip like an I.V. I am drugged by fake feelings and stoned with people I don't care about. Losing you has left an emptiness yet given me a high. I could get in my car and put my hands on the wheel. But I know where my destination would be, the place my gps has yet to forget. I could arrive at your house in 15 minutes and we could drive with the radio blasting and pretend to be in love. Pretend we both aren't hurting. Pretend that we don't feel a space in the pit of our stomach every time we see each other.
You told me I would trip and fall from my drunken feet and worn converse meeting the bumpy pavement. But what kind of rock where you supporting me anyway?
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Hi! So I'm the other user of this account ig. I like to go by squishy. My main account is standallovermeTM so if you wanna go check that account out that'd be cool. Anyways I hope you like this shit.
