

you are my bad habiti stopped believing in you, when you stopped receiving my voice mails. no. not the ones on your phone. but the ones in your heart. even now I never stopped sending them. even now I never expected a reply.you are my bad habit
i ran out of ideas on what to write. but you put me out of that misery. only that misery though. you did so much for me. you inspired me. you hurt me. you taught me how to write again.
cautiously pouring out the words from your throat and onto these pages. these empty wet pages. cause my pen ran out of ink.
i'm still under these sheets and i'm still dreaming. dreaming of you smoking in my closet. the s
means a lot to me
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