My days ago
are piled
with excess.
My days ahead,
clouded
with letting
go.
This day today,
empty
as the bottle
laying next
to me.
And there's
no way
to grow
young
again.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
My days ago
are piled
with excess.
My days ahead,
clouded
with letting
go.
This day today,
empty
as the bottle
laying next
to me.
And there's
no way
to grow
young
again.
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