Thursday, 28 August 2025

5th year

 Mad for sadness.

Too many tears.

Nite time alone too many fears.

Too many years with the dust settle grey.

Too many times caught out in the rain.

Too many late nights,

Not enough hugs.

Too many days waiting for payday,

Too many reasons to run.

Too many nights, 

Too little sleep, 

To much aneixty, 

Too many problems the mind creates. 

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