And again, by the power of my bitter-sweet booze, I let loose. Seven bottles. Two drunk messages. And a guiltless hang-over pounding my head, ripping my stupid heart into bloody pieces. I am so thankful you were sober last night. I couldn't imagine the exchange of our eager and intoxicated thoughts. That would be beyond horrible.
Try to be sincere. Do not call. Do not text. And never reply. If you want to fix me, stop breaking me. If you want me to move on, get out of my life. This is not a request.
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