Jun 2015
Isn't it fitting
To have complacency during time of anguish and forlon
Love is void, and empties our mind in which only sin can fill
The lies I can't tolerate nor encourage
And words are useless, they become idioms after a while and create poignant occurrences
To have complacency during time of anguish and forlon
Love is void, and empties our mind in which only sin can fill
The lies I can't tolerate nor encourage
And words are useless, they become idioms after a while and create poignant occurrences
In a vague way, it describes lessons from past relationships and other significant life experiences.
(Bronx)
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