It's not like I wanted this to happen. I want to stop. All of this.
I chugged a bottle. Oh, it felt hot on my throat. Not that I would've stopped, no. It just made me thirstier.
Yet, it's not the one that stopped me.
I looked at you one more time, might be the last time, thinking that it's time to quit.
Yet, you looked back at me, and I know, I know that you didn't want me to.
It's never wrong, nor right.
Deep in my heart, I know I need to stop.
Why the fuck do I keep writing about something that involves 'bottle'... Lol
For real though, I've been scared of myself lately.
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