Jul 2019
Even the napkins that wiped the tears
can't really measure the depth of my melancholy since I cried even after
the tears were dry and even more
when I learnt to smile through it.
can't really measure the depth of my melancholy since I cried even after
the tears were dry and even more
when I learnt to smile through it.
(30/M/Kampala-Uganda)
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