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Days

Days

Days of contemplation, hours spent counting all the mistakes I’ve made, all the lies I believed, all the lies I’ve told Days of remembering where I gave my trust to those who never deserved it, where I gave my attention to those who never cared Days of...
Pour Me Another

Pour Me Another

You’re the shot of whisky burning straight to my core, the heat and the sting that makes me crave more, such fabricated bliss wrapping me up in the oblivion of its hold Breath_words©...