“There are days where the cigarettes aren’t long enough. The whiskey just isn’t strong enough. People aren’t gentle enough. And these are the days I wrap myself in my white sheets that seem to be stained with all of my secrets. Tears seeped into the creases. Laughter hidden in my pillow case. Waiting for 6 o clock when you’ll come home, kiss my lips and tell me I look like Christmas. How you’ve thought of me 258 times today. How even though I believe I’m broken into tiny pieces you still see the masterpiece. “I’m just a thunderstorm tearing the town apart” and you reply, “baby, thunderstorms are the best thing to fall asleep to.””
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