Sat in the corner of the room
Everything's reminding me of you
Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself you're happier
Aren't you?

I'm sitting in your corner of the sofa.
I'm looking at all your silly things you left behind.

Your stupid houseplants that I hated.

I love them now.
They remind me of you.

I look down at my hands, an empty beer bottle in them.

I hold onto it like my life depends on it.

God, my life does depend on it.

But it's okay.

As long as you're okay.
As long as you're happy.

You are happy, right?
I hope so.
You deserve to be.

You always deserve to be.

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a/n:
this is almost over ;-;