2017

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It was late at night
I was drinking
2 cups...
3 cups..
5 bottles of vodka had came down my throat.

Tears running down my cheeks as I try to remember what happened 4 months ago
At least talk to me
In person
On the phone
Maybe even letters, I don't know
I just want to contact you one last time if it's possible
Just a simple 'hi' is okay
Hell, even if you just take a quick glance at me that would be a miracle.

But that would never happen
You're there while I'm here
Maybe we saw the same clouds and the same stars
Maybe we are under the same moonlight together
But we're not together.

I stood up, knowing if I drink another bottle I'll passed out
I took out my keys and headed to my car
My old car.

Salty tears running down my cheeks as if they are having a race
My vision starting to get blurry
But I kept driving, away.

I drove to a somehow familiar street
This street...
I remember the good memories I had in this street
I used to play here when I was 5
Then in my teenage hood, I would walk with my friends
And when we drove to the harbor to go to vacation.

But I don't want to remember those

Ever, Again.

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