i slept until 2 pm. not enough. hair done and sushi and chocolate. i saw your tag painted over. i saw where you died. it’s more real to me now, that you died. it’s more real to me that i will ease into death myself if i dont get up.

fuck i loved you. wasn’t it enough to keep you alive?

it wasn’t

love vs drugs; drugs always win

 

 

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