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I sent up a prayer for a helpin' hand but it must've got stopped by the ceiling fan
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Pedal down in that old Ford, taillight glowing on Morgan's old dead grass drive.
Grass and rocks flying up behind those Goodyear tires..
That's how she left him.
Morgan runs his hand through his hair, tired eyes stuck on the half-empty glass of whiskey on the coffee table in front of him.
There isn't a day that passes those words she said to him don't run through his mind, unable to forget where she told him to go.
Did he deserve it? Some said yes, some say no.
Does he miss her? Without a doubt, but he can't change what's in the past.
Every single day since she left it's been nights that start with whiskey and days that end in why.
Whether it's them "damn, I miss her" Tuesdays that keep him up all night or those "take me back" Wednesdays that drift back through his mind without end..
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Morgan grunts, rolling over in bed.
"Lord, you've gotta help me get this girl off my mind.."
His eyes drift over to the empty half of his bed that used to be Y/N's, looking for a reason he ain't found yet.
His mind wanders to everything she did and didn't say, like why she never felt the need to tell him what he did-they could've worked this out like they always did- , like why she finally threw in the towel after so many years together and why she packed everything she had and left.
The thoughts that keep him up at night swirl through his mind, again, letting the already tired and miserable boy to stay up late and not get any sleep at all at night-
Like he usually did since she left.
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Fiksi PenggemarWhen I'm bored, I write and most of them don't fit into full length books therefore they go here. And yeah, this book too is outdated much like my old version of this book and the writing for most of them isn't that good (and yes, I get that some pe...
