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May 2019
Cry me a river
I'll cry you a puddle

Give me a laugh
I'll give you a smile

Toast me to wine
I'll toast you to water

Feed me your deep secrets
I'll feed you my simple words

Pick up roses
I'll pick up thorns

So you can cry me a river
But all I can do

Is cry you a glass
Half empty, half full
When someone gives you their everything, but you can't.
But this is also my way of saying that whatever I do, someone will always do it better.
This also means that people are acting so over the top, so overdramatic and so extreme, while  I'm just sitting here, thinking how irrelevant all this is.
Ruheen
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Ruheen  18/F/Here
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