Status: Complete.
Reckless
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My friends – Sam, Jack, Jose – they all got me. They all understood me. They all knew how to numb the pain and erase the painful memories, even if it was just for the night.
She didn't like them, though.
She said they hurt her; they beat, broke, and abused her; they stole the real me from her.
I called her crazy. She called me reckless.
Maybe she was right.
But when given the choice, I chose my friends. That's how I ended up here in the parking lot, in a puddle of my own blood and vomit.
Reckless.
She didn't like them, though.
She said they hurt her; they beat, broke, and abused her; they stole the real me from her.
I called her crazy. She called me reckless.
Maybe she was right.
But when given the choice, I chose my friends. That's how I ended up here in the parking lot, in a puddle of my own blood and vomit.
Reckless.
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I wrote this a few months back - January 2011.