On nights like this, loneliness calls upon me. Not even glasses of red wine can lay the greatly perturbed me to sleep.
If I breathe a little bit harder, could all this fresh air of the night clears my troubled mind? Could it actually clears my troubled soul? If I hold my breath a little bit harder, would I actually stop breathing? If... I love a little bit harder, would I actually stop hurting?
What's this despondency gnawing at me? Ramblings of an alcohol-influenced me. Oh, ignore me...
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