Cheers to Alcohol and Regrets Hereafter
Friday, February 15, 2013
Not
A fucking kid stabbing at his door.
Someone who yells at the night.
Curses at someone when they don't get what they want.
A poor hack of a poet
With words without creativity
Telling you believe me I know best.
But.
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