Memories of endless heartache,
He mitigated me everyday.
Flip the sign on the door,
We walked out on the sixth floor.
Reminisce the hurt was now less,
Holding on was the mess.
If I was the judge or jury,
I would say, "Guilty."
Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 1:15 AM UTC
Memories of endless heartache,
He mitigated me everyday.
Flip the sign on the door,
We walked out on the sixth floor.
Reminisce the hurt was now less,
Holding on was the mess.
If I was the judge or jury,
I would say, "Guilty."
written on 05/??/2022
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