To be honest, this is genuinely entertaining. I’m sitting in the comfortable chair, which is a recliner in an enclosed garage at this multi-story house party. I know quite a few people here, which makes me feel bad because most of them are fucked up. Some of them know me, and call me by name but I can’t for the life of me remember their names. Just kind gestures in a passive manner. I’m probably a little drunk, I stopped drinking
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This place was once a home picked out by me and her, while we were moving forward our hearts were torn apart. Now years later her name rarely leaves these lips, until I am reminded of everything I miss. I miss waking up to breakfast and her touch, so long ago when I was truly in love. So much has happened that can’t be undone, now out of options I have nowhere to run. This place was a home once
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