Fastforward.
We are teenagers now.
You have fallen off and on all our lives, and now I think its all over.
But then you show us its just getting started.
I will never forget this day, you weren't someone I recognized you were belligerent, angry and out of it all at once.
You were mad at the world for trying to help.
You were aggressive, not violent or physically abusive in any way.
But your actions had scarred us forever.
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Liquid Gun
General FictionAbout a woman lost in a cloud of alcohol, like shes playing roulette with her drink and it can go off any given second.
