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Wasted

Step. Breathe in. Step. Breathe out.

I've come back to life. I'm alive. I'm living.

I mean, I was never really dead, yet I was never really alive.

Step. Breathe in. Step. Breathe out.

I existed. Night on night, Jack Daniels and a cigarette on the fire escape of my apartment.

I was numb, I was heartless, I was wasted.

Step. Breathe in. Step. Breathe out.

But now I feel. I love her. I always did, deep down, I knew Charlotte Garcia was the one I loved.

Step. Breathe in. Step. Breathe out.

Now I'm drunk on love.

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Hii, welcome to my story, Wasted, please feel free to comment any suggestions, your thoughts, likes and dislikes, but still be considerate and respectful. No hate here please!! Well I hope you enjoy, and vote!

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 28, 2019 ⏰

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