I remember you asking if I can still see their faces, but above the pictures all I see are figures. I was so young then but I knew what was going on. You cried from inside. Your parents had died. They lifted away, like birds on display in an empty museum where things just won't stay, and those moments we made, they mold you like clay. You drink and you drive. You spit and you lie, because you're sun set, one too many cigarettes. Held up by the frame are old forgotten days where we smiled and played before things got this way. You cried from inside. Your parents had died. They lifted away, like birds on display in an empty museum where things just won't stay, and those moments we made, they mold you like clay. This love seemed so fragile, but it was carved in stone, holding up the foundation of our beautiful broken home. You cried from inside. Your parents had died. They lifted away, like birds on display in an empty museum where things just won't stay, and those moments we made, they mold you like clay.
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