Thinner
When you’re locked inside a stupor
frail bubbles float but never burst.
Wishing on wind chimes you whimper,
when you’re locked inside a stupor.
Wasting away now much thinner,
never able to quench that thirst.
When you’re locked inside a stupor
frail bubbles float but never burst.
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