that picture, i cant get it out of my head. those pills spilling out that bottle and that one pill that layed in your cold dead hand. you on the floor with your sleeve up your arm a little, exposing your scars that i once used to "kiss better" but the sad thing is i kissed a new one everyday. i had to pick your head up off the floor and rest it on my lap, a tear couldn't fall down my cheek...the one you used to kiss and rub with your thumb. was it because i was prepared? or was it because i was numb seeing you lifeless on the floor we used to dance across?
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until we meet again - a dazai story
Short Storythose sparkling brown eyes now tired and low. you see him half dead on the bedroom floor
