Closed doors.
Half-empty glasses.
Music loud enough, to not be able to hear shit.
But my eyes were still open,
and my mind was functioning.
And not even money can buy forgiveness in this case.
Even though, I'm an expert in overreacting,
a best friend should know.
But, lucky me.
The bus ride on my way home had a few surprises it self.
One of them was eye-candy.
And the eye-candy kept talking,
with a sweet voice to soothe my ears.
Suddenly, things seemed ok again.
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