read me books to sleep
watch my soul
rest, while the harp
plays, while memories
record, while memories
rewind,
take the sunshine
take the sunshine
rewind, into a time
where we existed
where we used to love
now that the
funeral is over and
everyone went home
you have nothing to
show.....
instead of worrying about
the
others....worry about
yourFUCKINself.
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