Something's getting lost. Can that really happen, though, when there was nothing there to begin with? Maybe I am just realizing for REAL real that there is nothing to grasp onto. I want to link fingers with something and feel every single one, know it's really there. I want someone to pull me towards them, lean my forehead against theirs, and slap me until either I cry or look into their eyes knowingly and smile at the absurdity. My face needs to be touched, the spaces under my eyes are lonely without fingers to graze them.
There's an untouched vodka standing next to my bed. Should I? Shouldn't I? Should I? Shouldn't I?
Who knows if these contents are actual or fictional?
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