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To: S.
April 13, 3:17 am.
It's three in the morning and I'm a fucking mess. I drank way more than I should have and what I really feel like doing is punching a wall because the image of you laughing with him is such a fucking pain. I used to think this kind of shit were only excuses for weak people now I know how much it burns your throat and wrecks the sanity you have left.
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Things You Never Knew
Short StoryIf Tyler Scott knows something in life is that you only give proper worth to something when you finally lose it. Or as Passenger sings, he only needed the light when it was burning low. He only missed the sun when it started to snow. He only knew...
