we left the city with aspirations that were high. we loved like the world was ending. we were alive and feelings were candles in the lack of breeze... we loved each other because that was the only thing we knew.
pizza was the dinner. grandmas pills tasted good as the appetizer but tasted bad as the dessert.
the pool felt good.
the bullets i bought felt better, for they lasted longer, until i lost mine.
shelby. do you have yours?
i lost mine.
i lost my bullet.
i lost my pizza.
i have my memories.
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