In the fridge
There sits the bottle of Joy
Every Thursday She becomes my friend
Every Friday She and I fight
In the drawer
There sits the bottle of Pain
I try to keep it away
But every Saturday
I find it open
In the bin
There sits the bottle of Regret
With its deafening yells
Every Sunday morning
Three Drinks and I are friends
And then we fight
And then we make up again.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 2:00 PM UTC
In the fridge
There sits the bottle of Joy
Every Thursday She becomes my friend
Every Friday She and I fight
In the drawer
There sits the bottle of Pain
I try to keep it away
But every Saturday
I find it open
In the bin
There sits the bottle of Regret
With its deafening yells
Every Sunday morning
Three Drinks and I are friends
And then we fight
And then we make up again.
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