More drink, more dreams, more bed, more drugs, more lust, more lies, more head, more love
26/9/11
The dark nights are drawing in and your humour is as black as them. I look at yours, you laugh at mine and 'love' is just a miserable lie. You have destroyed my flower-like life: not once - twice. You have corrupt my innocent mind: not once - twice
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