I wish
I had the cure
for broken-heart
outbreaks.
I’d make billions.
It’s pervasive & so widespread,
like an epidemic,
I’d always have sad-customers
to feed my bank account.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
I wish
I had the cure
for broken-heart
outbreaks.
I’d make billions.
It’s pervasive & so widespread,
like an epidemic,
I’d always have sad-customers
to feed my bank account.
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