«it's 2:00 a.m and I can't stop thinking about you and I hate myself for not hating you and I want to drown my sadness with a bottle. Sleep used to be my get away now whenever I close my eyes all I can see is you. Its 2:00 a.m and I wish we'd never met»
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4 a.m
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