it’s as if you ate me alive, spat my heart out, and crushed it under your feet.
blameless, as always.
and i wonder, love
if you left me now, and called out to me ten years down the road
will i still remember the promises we made but never could keep,
or the heartache of not being able to leave?

i like beer. cigarettes, please keep coming. up next would be weed and cocaine.

yes, i’m still depressed.

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