there are those who weep;
weep in joy, happiness, love.
there are those who prefer silence;
even in the happiest of moments.
there are those who cry;
cry for many reasons, all of which are true.
there are those who boil;
angry, spilling over the walls that contain them.
there are those who smell like flowers.
and those who look like funerals.
he looked like a funeral.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
there are those who weep;
weep in joy, happiness, love.
there are those who prefer silence;
even in the happiest of moments.
there are those who cry;
cry for many reasons, all of which are true.
there are those who boil;
angry, spilling over the walls that contain them.
there are those who smell like flowers.
and those who look like funerals.
he looked like a funeral.
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