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Thursday, February 10, 2022
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fading
when days turn into months and months turn into years no progress is made just like they said love comes like surprise ice on the water, real quick and it melted and disappeared into the horizon When past sometimes takes you with soft hands Forcelessly pulls you to your chair Hides you away from these half days
Sunless at the end of the year The air is like a knife cutting through you A room in the house is always warm Stretched out on the bathroom floor, thinking Of fair days your future may hold 1:27 AM |