There is always a bubble of concern inside of me, but as I watch you sit outside and smoke alone, not drunk, I feel it grow and fill me. I can't lose you, I refuse to live through it again. I worry everytime you speak of the devil as a friend, will you leave me again for him? You say he has no weight in your life and yet he still comes and goes as he pleases. He lingers like a fog that blinds all who walk into its haze. I wish you could see what I see, but maybe then not. What else would I lose for your sudden vision.
To dannielle: I need to prove my love to your feet! I only said that I dislike 1/1000 of your toe and that is the nail polish! Haha.
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