ghost girl sat chain smoking
puff, puff, puff
desperation lingered in the air much longer
and she had stopped trying to convince herself otherwise
day old mascara
thick smudges smear across the pillow
whiskey and the cure
If they could see me now
They'd never believe it
go cry in the corner ghost girl
no one here gives a shit
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