Sadcore and brandy

He is made of sadcore and sips of brandy; bright blue eyes that stare so intently.The record player spins as fast as his mind. Yet all his memories fail to unwind. Between daydreams and nightmares he chases the ghost of the stoic girl who loved him the most.

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