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A year from now

Because I'm not happy
Because the sun doesnt shine the way it did a year ago
But let's be honest thank fuck for that
That the air doesn't smell the same
And that might be because the world is dying.

And maybe were all dying right now
We just dont notice
Maybe they dont want too
But I feel it
I feel it so fuxking deep in my soul that it aches
My bones ache
Like they did a year ago
My heart breaks and shatters in a whole new way
The vodka tastes the same
Whiskey still burns my throat
But maybe this is better for me
And maybe it's better for me because I finally realize
I mean really really realize that I need to be alone.
That it's the only way to be happy.
Maybe this year I will create days that ill think about next year because the smell of the air reminded me of it
That itll just pop into my head
Because I'm happy.
And maybe I'll stop thinking about all of you
The ones who destroyed me
The ones
who

I destroyed as well.
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