Do you remember the beers we had and where we had them? The middle of the west with nowhere to go but back to your apartment where that door slammed so hard and tight. Never let me forget the things that happened. Never let me forget the things that we did. They weren’t good for anybody but ourselves. Selfish and arrogant, the world revolved around what we did and will always, as far as I’m concerned. It was meant to be and will always be wrong because of that.
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