It was as if are life was an endless cycle of let downs and tears.
It was also an endless repeated cycle of failed attempts and broken hearts.
Here we are again writing letters to a woman we did not recognize and not because your features changed but because your lifestyle wasn't something we were used to.
We were only in a couple years to the ages we could start to remember you and then you put fire in our path and tainted our perception.
But that didn't stop us, we matured young, we learned too much, saw too much, did too much. Yet there was that feeling in our hearts that again, we weren't enough.
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Liquid Gun
BeletrieAbout a woman lost in a cloud of alcohol, like shes playing roulette with her drink and it can go off any given second.
