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- There are no words for this emptiness and jealousy I feel. This sober tongue is ripe with things to say, but I bite it hard and pretend you don't matter. I don't care. I never could lie, or was good at it for that matter. There are constant reminders of what we should have been, then there's the truth... The only thing we were ever really good at was getting each other off. The sex was the glue, but that couldn't keep us together. Now I have everything but that. And I cam't deny the craving of you between my sheets. Nothing will ever be like that again. Things are supposedly better now, the way there supposed to be, but they're not. My life was never meant to be this way, but the parts I'm missing are impossible to get back and I can't get the taste of you out of my mouth... So, I'll just keep rinsing with this liquor. Rinse, Rinse, Repeat. |
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