It hurts on every in breath.
Things were perfect for two days and that only makes it worse. I am a sick, sick, sick little drunk and I hurt the people I love the most.
I don't want to do anything stupid; I am not going to.
I don't even want to drink.
I only want something to erase the horrible hours I tore us apart with.
I only want her to smile again like she did on Sunday.
SHe never, ever will with me.
I am not good enough.
I don't know what to do, though I know what I should have done.
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