I lay awake, tonight. Thinking, no, obsessing over the sights, sounds, and emotions, of a Tuesday morning, at 7:30. Innocuous as it was, It fascinates, and compels. An experience so perfectly plain, That it goes almost completely, Unnoticed.
act happily & smile nonstop keep the tone steady & don't let the façade drop keep it going even just for a few days & on the 7th evening, go to a secluded place take a small ladder along with a knotted rope tie it on the bar & don't forget your note dress cleanly to make sure everything's good & never say goodbye to be misunderstood
She drunk her sorrow In a jar of lies, The taste of vain, Indulged her ache, Consumed by pain Her alley was frail, her sip to chaos, was too tempting, All bottled in rage. She brewed her madness , All she could take in Was a **** to freedom