May 2019
Me and my problems
are like glass stained rain.
With clarity they show themselves,
soaking the glass
but there I stand,
unamused,
watching and doing nothing.
are like glass stained rain.
With clarity they show themselves,
soaking the glass
but there I stand,
unamused,
watching and doing nothing.
(21/Alive)
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