new years eve
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New Year's Eve, two thousand twelve.
A night full of hope, joy, wonder,
but I was all alone.
My father, asleep,
too angry to stay awake.
My mother, drunk,
too careless to remember her children.
A fresh start
For new accomplishments
For new mistakes
FIVE
Full of tradtions
And superstitions
Pray for tomorrow
FOUR
Drunken bodies
The count down
Its almost here
it was anonymous, her name was never said, but i knew, my pain knew, without finishing the Message:
because We
had spoken about it before, my voice burning with love