May 2015
Your lies so killing,
This morning in May.
My screams internal.
I cannot stay away.
I must statue on,
Must parade this good day.
As your lies dismantle
This morning in May.
This morning in May.
My screams internal.
I cannot stay away.
I must statue on,
Must parade this good day.
As your lies dismantle
This morning in May.
It was a Sunday.
(25/F/California)
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