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She tastes like liquor and cigarette were I taste like milk and dried ink, the world around us becomes blur and I didn't hear the loud music everything is surreal. I hear my own heartbeat at a quick pace.
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I saw her from across the bar. My bar. My city. Everything in that world belonged to me. She stood out from the crowd like she was looking for someone to blame for her pain. That night, I felt the depths of my mistakes. I felt my scars. With a single glance, I knew her touch would take it all away. I craved it more than anything. I knew she would be a tempting, beautiful mistake. One I would make again and again... even if it cost me everything.

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