seven
a stain in a memory
crossed out lines in a diary
aching nights to get drunk
things turning back to junk
a bringer of grief
I wonder if she is alright
make a wish
seven
a stain in a memory
crossed out lines in a diary
aching nights to get drunk
things turning back to junk
a bringer of grief
I wonder if she is alright
make a wish
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