Now the morning light is a personal insult,and the silence is louder than the bass.A chorus of "Never again"echoes through the group chat,underlined by that familiar, jagged grin.
We didn't just walk the line;мы его перешагнули—we hopped over it with eyes closed. Ч™ЧЄnos pasamosЧ™ЧЄXD
The clock stopped counting hours ago,lost somewhere between the third roundand the "one last song" that played five times.We traded logic for a punchline,and gravity for a dare. Now the morning light is a personal insult,and
Yeah, we went too far.But honestly?We’ve never been better. underlined by that familiar