Day 1064, drain. A compressed mood. A smile, it goes well, meanwhile drained, by life, it almost spills, over the edge it tries to spoil, like a faint memory, a faraway drip It’s there but not, I will feel fine I am fine, the burden drains. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.
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