Sunday, April 9, 2017

I cant cry......................

When you take mine...................... But i do cry easily...................... When you give me story...................... Of someone else’s sadness...................... Hot damn...................... How come...................... Is it really for that story...................... Or is it the postponed cry...................... I always imitate my life with the story in front of me...................... I really am crazy...................... Am i not ......................

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