Jan 2022
There was a young man who was shy.
His friends never did know exactly why
He could write like a fool,
But he spoke like a tool.
That melancholy boy makes me cry.
His friends never did know exactly why
He could write like a fool,
But he spoke like a tool.
That melancholy boy makes me cry.
(20/M/California)
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