Aug 2019
Fake smiles, roads travelled, stress lines for miles.
Tired eyes, bloodshot lightning, weeping within stormy skies.
Weary feet, chasing sheep, sleepwalking myself to sleep.
Tired eyes, bloodshot lightning, weeping within stormy skies.
Weary feet, chasing sheep, sleepwalking myself to sleep.
(48/M/Canada 🇨🇦)
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