Tuesday, 19 May 2015

A history of Loneliness.

Round in circles chasing my tail, and with everyday a little more frail. Till the cracks grow a little too big. And the things I wished I said are the only things I think. So like a dog with a bone i won't let go, and like a stray dog sadly I don't have a home. Such is life and what do you, the hardest part is admitting it's true.

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