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Lights ,

lights danced around the white ceiling of Brendon's crowded lounge. Bodies pressing uncomfortably against each other , disgust present on my pale face as the crowd grinded against each other drunkly. Bitter smoke wafted through the sweaty atmosphere , beer tinting my vision as my clumsy feet stumbled onto the lawn. Dot covered vision causing my drunk demeanor to shake and trip over my own numb feet , cold air nipping my skin as vomit made its way up my throat and onto the well managed lawn.

Alcohol and cigarettes seemed as if they were my only escape as my body was numbed , I wasn't able to feel the invisible rope around my neck slowly killing me as I lived on. The only constant in my life being the two things that killed me faster ,

but the thought of my life being shortened comforted me more than any therapists or friends could.

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I already have too many stories why am I doing this

this'll prolly be vv unnoticed but it's oki since it's something I like (:

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