Whew, I'm back on track. Just a little misstep off the platform fuelled by a bit too much desire for him and a bit too much vodka.
But I'm back on track. Too bad the train is on fire.
I wonder how much longer I can careen through life before I am finally, blissfully consumed to oblivion.
No, I'm not going to tell him how I feel. Even though there really is nothing left to lose, I just can't find the words.
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