……tears, tears, crying my sorrows away, but they always come back another day, wish I could have them surgically taken away, yet I fear, sadness would creep out another way. To those who think they can escape sadness when it seeks you out, you’ll lose that bout, at the end of the bar with a beer and her picture, next to your pitcher, as you scream and shout…
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 25th, 2024 00:47
- Category: Unclassified
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