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