Jan 2018
They call me a liar.
When I don't even talk.
Pretending not to comprehend.
The words.
As they're writ.
Inbetween the lines.
In my tired old life.
When I don't even talk.
Pretending not to comprehend.
The words.
As they're writ.
Inbetween the lines.
In my tired old life.
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)
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