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Avril Lavigne - Souvenir

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Avril Lavigne - Souvenir

Can I keep you as a souvenir?

Can I take your shirt to dry my tears?

Can I meet you here this time next year?

Can I keep you as a souvenir?

We could take a chance and disappear

We could runaway, get out of here

How long can a person stay awake until exhaustion takes over and you finally drift to a slumber?  I don't like to Google thinks and obviously, I didn't have anyone in my life I could ask this question to

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How long can a person stay awake until exhaustion takes over and you finally drift to a slumber? I don't like to Google thinks and obviously, I didn't have anyone in my life I could ask this question to. And honestly, this question wouldn't have occurred to my mind because I used to sleep like a baby, before...

And after him... I found the answer myself. It's 3 days for me, so far. It's been 3 days since I slept or thought about Gian. That's how I had spent my weekend looking at the ceiling above me.

I am not sure if I have dozed off for even a second or my brain has just lost power to understand how much time had passed. This Monday kids were supposed to visit the zoo. I didn't volunteer. I'll only be a threat to their safety with my mind not functioning properly.

I emptied the box of Van's favorite cereal. We both peered at each other with hollow, lifeless eyes. I hauled him in my arms, taking my wallet from the table I walked out to the grocery store.

It was late afternoon, the passersby weren't familiar faces. It was strange how I always followed the routine, grocery shopping on Friday on my way back from school. On weekends, I would only eat junk food while binging on my TV shows.

My feet stopped moving when I saw Mrs. Smile hugging a man. My brows puckered, there isn't a single inch between them for even air to pass. This is how she hugs her husband before he leaves for work every morning. Where is he now? Does he know that his wife is hugging another man in his absence?

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