In this junk room of mine filled with
dirty clothes,records and haunted loving melancholy memories of the mistakes everyone made in my living quarters.
Everynight I try and sleep the ghost girl with pale skin and red hair strikes me awake.
Even though I've paid my debt to her I have to take that same stroll at midnight with her
makes me only miss her more.
I cannot speak her name without. shaking that weird dog gone chill.




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