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I used to drink every night. Now I just drink on Wednesdays, stirring the ashes of love.

I used to cry every night. Now I just cry on Wednesdays, stirring the ashes of love.

Well I could get over you, but I don’t want to, because missing you is all I have left.

I should forget you, but I don’t want to.

I just don’t want to.

I once was happy every night. Now only on Wednesdays, while I’m stirring the ashes of love.