The years left behind
have me strung out
in bits and pieces
desperate for a hit
of being twenty-five
or thirteen once more,
unable to score some yesterdays
I’ll cold turkey into tomorrows.
The years left behind
have me strung out
in bits and pieces
desperate for a hit
of being twenty-five
or thirteen once more,
unable to score some yesterdays
I’ll cold turkey into tomorrows.
Brilliant 🖤
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