Slippery slopes
False hopes
Cling on ways to cope
Throw on my coat
The weather calls for rain
Won’t complain
Somehow it maintains me to be sane
Washes the pain
Straight down the drain
Don’t let this verse make you hurt
These words are meant to ease your brain
To show you many of us, have once felt the same
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
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- Category: Spiritual
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