No recognition of this person in the mirror. So fuck, I ain't down on my luck, this rabbit's foot just got stuck in the muck. And this early morning beer feels good everyday, like a corpse as a prize I'm a dead giveaway.Wasted in Belfast, Kierie's story.
Young Adult - Fiction Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Humor - Chapters: 6 - Words: 6,420 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 9-20-07 - Published: 9-20-07
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