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Well here I am drinking a glass of wine, getting ready to go to beddy bye... tres exciting, no? I'm smoking one more stoge before I hit the sheets and listening to music that brings back shitty memories of days gone b... well, days that are just gone. I don't have anything at all to say, but because of that, I think I'll write a tipsy poem so bear with me...
Screams and hauntings from not so long,
Revisited through a familiar song.
She cries again that she was wrong,
And that she knew it all along.
I do not wish upon this wind,
That I will ever hear that song again.
Where it is, is where I've been and
this is a story, in need of an end.
finito. happy nightmares.
Screams and hauntings from not so long,
Revisited through a familiar song.
She cries again that she was wrong,
And that she knew it all along.
I do not wish upon this wind,
That I will ever hear that song again.
Where it is, is where I've been and
this is a story, in need of an end.
finito. happy nightmares.