It's late and I'm kind of drunk with sleepy, which is the only intoxicant I usually indulge in. My mind is irritatingly active for this late hour. And my heart, well, it's gone a-wandering and I can't get it's restless beating under control. The soft comfort of my bed calls, but I don't want to slide into the familiar shape my body has pressed upon it... I want to fit myself to another shape entirely.
i'm kinda drunk with beersy... good times
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You're an awesome sister and I love ya. But you know that already
sigh... I know the feeling.
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