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Drownding In Memories…
As I sit in the dimmley light living room, Thoughts of her dancing through my less then sober mind and a bottle of Whiskey in hand I think back. Back to the old days.
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"Oh my god, Baby, I made it. They excepted me!" She screamed leaping into my arms.
"Thats great Ash!" I exclaimed.
"I can’t beleive it, New Yorks School Of The Preforming Arts wants me, ME, Ashley Davies."
"We should celabrate" I sujested with a smile.
And we did. One would think you’d go out to celabrate, But not Ash and I. Nope, We stayed home, In bed. Over the years I have learned when Ashley’s Either one: extreamly mad, Or two: Extreamly happy is the best time to stay in bed.
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A tear rolled down my cheek as I thought back to that day. Before I lost her. I took a few more swigs of the firey liquid, Inhaling deeply as it burned my raw throat.
She put him out like the burnin’ end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin’ to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
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"How could you Ashley?"
"I’m sorry Spence, I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear."
"Screw you Ashley, Or should I say Screw her." My voice was bitter and full of hurt.
"Baby, Please." She begain rubbing my arm. But I quickly pulled back. "Come on spencer, It was a mistake."
"Do you love her?"
"No, But really do like her. I’m sorry. Its not like i planned this, It just happend. I didn’t wake up one morning and think to myself ‘Hmm…I think I’m gonna go to school in New York and meet this girl so I can break Spener, The love of my life’s heart’ "
"Four years Ashley, Four fucking years I have wasted on you. And you know what, I’m done. Done with you and done with this relationship."
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As I finished off the bottle of whiskey, The room begain to spin. I knew it was all fading away, I knew I was fading away. I couldn’t see or think Straight. Everything was blurry. I grabbed a pen and paper and joutted down a few words. I’m not sure what I wrote, I couldn’t evern see the paper clearly. I colapsed onto the bed letting the raging liquid that corsed through my veins carry me away……
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Leave me comments on the story I wrote
that was really good – what’s the song?
What The Fuck Dude Thats Not Your Fucking Story. IT”S MINE! I wrote that months ago you fucking peice of crap!
OH SNAP!!! FFFIIGGHHHTTT!!!! No, seriously, on a mature level…….you guys wrote a great story;) (smile)
I have read this story before. Its Faithful Deceiver story. I cant belive you would copy someone eles story and pass it off as yours.
i read this story before and it was not by you it was by someone else