I use to be so lonely
And misunderstood
I use to dream about money
To do what I wish I could
If you claim you know me
You know not what's good
I'm glad my lovely
Just like I know I would
- Author: LAWLIET ( Offline)
- Published: May 30th, 2018 20:33
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
That is righteous.
😁😁
Please read my piece, 'The Writing In The Air'. I hope you like it, particularly the ending. Persistence is key
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