🍁Empty Chairs🍁
Whose parents drown in wine and clouded mind,
Choose sober paths, leaving old ghosts behind.
They know the ache of parents ever near,
Yet never present, distant, blurred, unclear.
For hands that raise while spirits swim and reel,
Speak only words that broken hearts can feel.
They learn too young what empty love implies—
A home where drunken laughter never lies.
They grow up steady, free from wine’s dark call,
Having seen how drink makes strangers of us all...06012026 ©LanZhan🌄朝朝暮暮🎑 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳 안나 메이 델라 차이나...🇨🇳:1005:805:17
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