Jun 2015
They say we are what we eat
and I've been feeding off your pity
for the past forty-eight weeks,
so I'm feeling sorry for me
being stuck so far from the city
of spring, and its cold streets.
and I've been feeding off your pity
for the past forty-eight weeks,
so I'm feeling sorry for me
being stuck so far from the city
of spring, and its cold streets.
(30/M)
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