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8 P.M. I fell harder for her like I had done every single day prior to this since the day I met her. I loved her. 9 P.M. Her kiss began to taste like vodka even when she hadn't been drinking. But I loved her. 10 P.M. Her nails dug into my back like razors drawing blood. But I loved her. 11 P.M. She took a shot of vodka filled it again and handed it to me. It tasted like her lips. I felt the alcohol burn my throat. Everything started spinning. But I loved her. Midnight. The flash of light. They blinded me. My skin was still glistening with the trail from her tongue. Yelling. Gunshots. One. Two. Three. Four. Windows smashed. Glass shattered. Handcuffs. White walls and bars. Caught. I still loved her. I always would. | ||||||||||||||
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