STONED → HS
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Última publicación dom, mar 6, 2016
Are you alive or are you dead? I'm crying on your embers so they light up again. You don't look at me the way you used to. Is it the smell or is it the tears? I loved you as you pulled the trigger I screamed but I was stoned. I'm sorry that happened I'm not okay, I'm not okay. Everyone has their own description of drugs. Mine was cocaine, his was love. There was some space between what he knew and what he tried to believe,but nothing can be done about it, if you can't fix it, you stand it. We slipped briskly into an intimacy we never recovered from...
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