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The sadnessss$%!&!! Inside is barely assuaged By the makings of a new day, The sun filtered through the river of clouds, The love curtain hanging from my window, To my cheeks is barely alive, Barely breathes morning, The room shrouded in this lifeless glow A gray, drowned pallor And i didn't get drunk last night And blast the night with fury But my sadness$!@@#$!!! Kept me Up All Night. And a true friend doesn't just keep you down, They get down with you. And in the morning when she is gone, The sun does not greet me, Merely a showing of face. A courtesy. A head nod. A flip of the hand. Flicka da wrist. A wraith hanging back in the mist.
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
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The sadnessss$%!&!! Inside is barely assuaged By the makings of a new day, The sun filtered through the river of clouds, The love curtain hanging from my window, To my cheeks is barely alive, Barely breathes morning, The room shrouded in this lifeless glow A gray, drowned pallor And i didn't get drunk last night And blast the night with fury But my sadness$!@@#$!!! Kept me Up All Night. And a true friend doesn't just keep you down, They get down with you. And in the morning when she is gone, The sun does not greet me, Merely a showing of face. A courtesy. A head nod. A flip of the hand. Flicka da wrist. A wraith hanging back in the mist.
Waverly
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Waverly
35/M/American
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
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