Some days I feel pointless. I feel boring, and a waste of space. I want to scream till you look at me, but you don't. I'm trying to hold it together but the more I do, it feels like everything is falling apart. This is to the nights where smoke filled the air, the nights we couldn't walk, or talk, or remember. This is to everything up to now.
Drink up baby.
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