Monday, April 11, 2016

Alcohol So Strong It Burns Your Name From My Throat.

My poor dear. Where you not aware there is no joy in happiness? It doesn't mean that we do not try however.

One day he'll think before he speaks. He'll remember all that I've told him 1000 times over, and he'll finally understand. It could happen right? Until then I shall await the seconding coming of that mythological guy.

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