I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But heaven knows I'm miserable now
- The Smiths
Keep up with that facade, smile when they ask.
"How's your O's?"
Smiles back.
Continue living in that bubble, reality truly hurts.
Screwing O's, but keeping it within, not sharing. If not what, tell them, "Oh I fucking screwed O's"?
I dread the month of January.
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