The fucking phone is ringing....the fucking phone is ringing.... the fuck....
I pick up the phone.
I didn’t expect anybody.
Little bit surprising that it was you.
“Are you okay...”
“I’m okay...”
“We’re having fun here.”
“I know...just go on. Have fun. The night is waiting to be beaten.”
“Okay then. Bye...”
“Bye....”
I smiled.
I know you tried to share the happiness. But you never push that hard.
Defining nice.
It’s you in my mind.
And that’s enough....
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