If I was sober I might have been able to see it — everything between us, all the ties that bind, our two smashed-up hearts on the floor and we can’t even tell our pieces apart anymore but we’re the only glue we need so it doesn’t matter anyway — maybe if I was sober, and I could see it for what it was, I would have felt the rustle of the universe telling me everything is going to be okay.
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