I will be grateful for this day

I had a friend who changed his name but couldn’t change himself. Never quite figured out how to do with what life had dealt. He put a needle in his arm to calm his handsome hell. Who would have imagined it? Could’ve worked out so well. Now he’s a shape that moves like echoes through my empty room…

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