We do not exist anymore

 
All I want is a drink in my hand, the loudest music to enfold me and a beautiful boy to rest my eyes on. 
Maybe after I've let my lips touch another, after I've danced my feet sore and my body beyond recognition,
after I've lain entwined with a fine man, maybe then I'll give you another chance. As for now, you mean nothing. 
Hope you cry yourself to sleep evey night for what you did. 
 
 

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