Another glass, this time will be the last! Chink chink! Set down, Cheers! This night I mope I drown in the bar, my jumbled blues in cognac. Another glass, the last of the last.
Whose is this? I don't know, but oh.. who was I listening to? I forgot, but I swoon. This passionate feeling arises because of your vivid cheerful face within the sight. Is it really you or just another illusion?
Nahhhhhhhhh. Not an emo post if you're thinking it is. Just a pure description of how I feel/ see/ am in the club sometimes.
Friday, August 21
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