I wish I could erase this feeling,
like deleting a phone number or texts.
As much as it breaks my heart to say this, I wish it never happend.
I knew it couldn't work, but sometimes when you want something bad enough you're willing to put yourself through hell to get it. I put my self through hell and it didn't pay off this time, I guess.
I wish I could forget the smell of saw dust and cigarettes, and those sad brown eyes.
There isn't enough whiskey in the world to make this feeling or these memories go away.
(Believe me, I've tried)
I've given myself 1 week to cry and put myself back together,
then it's back to business as usual.
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