Friday, 13 March 2015

I might just pop in here on the off chance.

34 years of sadness, Another ache another strain, The kind the medication can't numb, Nor can it be washed away by walking in the rain. So another day useless, A heart that like flowers with out love will wilt and die. And the coldness of another pint doesn't help, But then again its worth a try

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