and i might do it again.
7:19 a.m.

dear _______,

so i got drunk and told you how i feel, slurred words or not. i told you, and then i told you again just for good measure. whiskey flavored "i love you"s never tasted so good, but now i have this heartburn...because i told you, staggering around in my bare, dirty feet...but my words fell on your sober ears, and you just looked at your nails and asked me where wrinkles come from.

love,

________

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