where are the years going?
three years old to drinking to feel nothing
five years young to smoking through the coughing
... twenty-one years old, awake in this coffin
is it just me or are the years slipping away?
my heart can only break so many times... because we were never meant to stay.
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THE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION!
PoetryTHE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION: my eighth poetry album, telling stories of the nights i felt most alive and the nights i didn't. Euphoria ( /juːˈfɔːriə/ 1st February 2021. © 2021 Billy Waugh
