The Morning
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  • LECTURAS 800
  • Votos 39
  • Partes 6
  • Hora 44m
Continúa, Has publicado mar 27, 2017
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*this story will contain prostitution, drugs, and overall a triggering subtext. I suggest if you don't like any of this you don't read it*
whole story based off of The Morning by The Weekend
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maybe everything could have been different. 
maybe if we were two entirely different people. 
maybe if you didn't grow up with your dad. 
maybe if you weren't friends with Michael. 
maybe if i hadn't left when i did. 
maybe if i wasn't so impressionable. 
maybe if you didn't drink so much. 
maybe we could have been saved. 
maybe we would be happily married. 
maybe we would have a little boy. 
maybe if i had loved you harder, maybe if i had stayed just a little bit longer, maybe if you didn't hit me, maybe if i had saved myself like i promised to all those years ago. maybe just maybe you would still love me. 
maybe if you still loved me i wouldn't be dead.
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