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Apr 2015
It's one of those days
where stay in bed
and hide under the covers
because the world is
too cold to face today.

It's one of those days
where you hand pick
your play list to be
all the sad songs you own.

It's one of those days
where all you eat is
a cup of tea and a carrot,
because you'll throw up
if you eat anything else.

It's one of those days
where you can't listen
to the silence but
you aren't actually listening.

It's just one of those days.
Sometimes I'm so sad, it's like being ill.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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   Sabbathius and Chris
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