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This is our last night. The night is still young. We still haven't known who's right. Noone yet had shouted out of their lung. Let's have drink, And let the liquor talk. We could go outside, And have a little walk. Can't remember everything we said. Can't even remember going to bed. But I know we said it all. Wait for me to sober up to recall. There is one thing I remember. We drank the last bottle of Jack. Like we're partying until December. Went all out while having each ot

Left on seen. Evidence shown on your screen. How many times has it been? Is it already thirteen? No response, react or emote. Not a single acknowledgement of what I wrote. Always left hanging. Turned into a ghost, dangling. Left on read. Not knowing what you did. I’m the fool in this scene. This is not the first, but the nineteen. Not blocked to offend. But muted as intend. No notification, ring or vibrate. This is just great. You’re Schrödinger, And I’m the cat. Drow

Things are a blur to remember. A whole story to dismember. To tell from start to finish. Let’s try to have it diminished. It started like a love story. Which ended in a hurry. As it was only one-sided. The love was never divided. Learned to accept and move on. But before everything was gone. Round two was about to start. Which we though now from the heart. It was all a scam. Things hit by a slam. Time was wasted. Hours have I waited. It took a long time for improvemen

Life is full of secrecy. Underknown to history. Things should be kept hidden. Our secret is forbidden. Unknown to others the kiss we share. A lustful touch and hug with care. The taste of this forbidden love of an affair. This is wrong, we are aware. In darkness we move. Within the shadows we act. Everything is being removed. Ensuring to leave everything intact. Not all should be known. Be a fool and let it be unknown. We are addicted to each other’s taste. Move quickly