• I miss you

    by  • June 23, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Addiction • 0 Comments

    I miss you.
    It feels like I lost myself, because you were a part of me.
    I’ll never meet anyone else like you throughout my life.
    Things got bad…..but we couldn’t separate.
    That wasn’t an option.
    Things got worse…..we couldn’t separate.
    Never that option.
    I became trapped….but we couldn’t separate.
    It was humanly impossible.
    Alcohol became involved….we had to seperate.
    It was the only option.

    Never kiss your best friend.

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