Euphoria
Happiness is in every empty bottle of vodka, in every hip I hold, in kiss marks carved in my skin, in the lips of random girls, and in every high and drunken night.
Every party that is bound to be forgotten when sober is meant to remind me that there is a home in the absence of a peaceful place to sleep at night. Every stranger’s skin that I’ve grazed reminds me that I am meant to touch but never to love. I am indeed happy. So fucking happy, sometimes I want an escape.
"Damn, this is lit!" Mark screamed cheerfully as we entered yet another house party. A group of guys welcomed him, making us part ways.
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