It’s the third party without you by my side, or maybe the fourth. But it is the first time I have let the drops of alcohol burn my throat and take me to a place other than your arms. For the first time, I want to drift away...
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There’s something about saying goodbye to you that always scared me. I kept you so close to my heart that I was always afraid when it came to letting you go. After all, aren’t all goodbye always a risk? Because we...