Then, She Was My Little Friend

It started with that knowledge. That feeling where you know life is about to greet a new level. it was going to be wonderful. Full of laughter and Fun. Fear and lust , octopuses and cantaloupe and cigarettes out the bathroom window. It was marshmallows and magic. Pillows of delight. Tears in your bedroom and magic on the floor, the skies were purple and red, and her camera would catch the colors which was unique because she was a love . She could see my true beauty, but he could not . At moments I like to believe that me and Junior were one but life was constantly being cut with a razor and he was constantly off the map yet completely wedged right into the middle of my existence. I had two emotions so strange, just so confusing… We were . We were there . And It was fucking dank


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