i've always done the same.
still do.
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you go out to the store, list in hand and find nothing that you need. so you come back with a bottle of wine and some fluffy white towels and call it a day.
you light up the candle and pretend it's nighttime. you close the blinds and open the bottle and pour yourself a drink. it makes you bulletproof. yes. it'd be easier if they were little metal pellets. but the ones that really hurt are words or no words, the ones that are made up of everyday barbs and scrapes, those are usually the ones that find the path to your heart.
and it tears you up doesn't it.
it'll be warm soon. the trees will fill with blooms. but you'll huddle in the dark listening to sappy Cure tunes wondering, there's no remedy here...
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you are the ecstasy note sung in a hard rock tune. you're the dark lit room with a twin bed i sit on. you're the moment when i danced to sedated with abandon, the driver's seat that's tasted my sex in the parking lot...
blame it on the moon.