Late night shit

It’s 3:46 am. I just finished talking to you.
You’re drunk. I hate seeing you drunk.
But today…. This is the only time you talked to me. Why?
I hate this feeling. I really have to distance myself.
I need to stop liking you.
A part of my heart is aching.
It’s on the verge of breaking.
Crap. Why are we close?

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