i'm starting to think i'll never let go of those vodka kisses and bad decisions
now it's whiskey lips and trying to hold on to something that doesn't quite fit
but did i ever fit?
i'm a lost puzzle piece, trying to find a place in this world of preset disappointment
will it ever be okay?
i can only hope
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