i live on a 7th floor

thought: i wonder if you die from a heart attack first or from the actual impact? but what if you don't die at all? that'd be a fucking bummer. 

sad fact: i don't have enough sleeping pills on me to cause damage. 
sad fact two: i found it comforting when i *did* have enough pills to cause damage. 

i miss your pretend presence in my life. i want to put another face onto it pls

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