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A depressor isn't depressing if you're already at the bottom of the well
::2:36 am::01.01.03::

Merry fucking new year.

It pains me that last year on this night, I was in his arms, with sweet kisses, dancing to music only we could hear... "Happy New Year... I love you"

It's been so long since he's said that... yet, not as long as you may think. Days, perhaps weeks; shocking, is it not?

Even being pleasantly toasted can't keep the memories away. Memories of a sweeter time that had been taken for granted by my shaken mind.

Forever will I punish myself for my transgressions.

Excuse me... I have a case of alcohol to finish off.


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