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There was indeed silence now Oh, and it's been but days since the screams cracked the windows and the thrown bottles stripped the walls of their paint and the curses made the gods cringe and cover their ears The house of madness no longer lived up to its name For she was finally gone and he was left with the echoes "C'mon, dare me to down it!" were her words as she opened the last bottle And his were, "Bitch, you're mad!" "Dare me, motherfucker! Dare me to down this here bottle. You don't think I can, do you? Ah, you slime-gutted piece of shit." "I'm telling you to knock it the fuck out already! I'll bury yer fuckin' eyes in, see if I won't." But she was already pouring down her throat. She had this talent that allowed her to drink without swallowing. Pouring down her throat was like…
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You take us through a violent relationship that ends with the death of the woman. Her memory haunts the man and beckons him to join her. A call from the grave. Don’t forget the vodka. Nice touch!
Awesome. 🙂
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Thank you! (´。• ◡ •。`)
That’s, unfortunately, the reality of quite a lot of relationships out there :))
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I hope someone is waiting for me, with a bottle of vodka in one hand and a fist of painkillers in the other.
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(⊃。•́‿•̀。)⊃ Me too, my friend. Me too…
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Beautifully expressed actually there are lots of relationship are like that ,only we don’t know the reality. At the end only regret left. Well written 😊👌🌹❣️🍫
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Thanks for checking it out! ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶
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❤️🌹☺️🌷❣️❣️💞💗👌🎊😊My pleasure. Stay happy and blessed forever ❤️🌹👌👍
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