It was so quiet, the car was dark.
The rain pelted against the window, and we both stared at the water, running down the glass like a broken hearted stranger.
"Why?" He asked.
It was silent, and I stared at him, joint in hand, eyes were all red.
"I can't feel anymore."
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Feeling Sober[✔️]
Poetrycould I stay sober for you, love? *contains suicidal references
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