I'm sitting,
Crying,
In the cold.
I wish I,
Hadn't,
Been so bold.
I didn't,
Fit in,
To your mould.
And now I,
Must sit,
In your cold.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
I'm sitting,
Crying,
In the cold.
I wish I,
Hadn't,
Been so bold.
I didn't,
Fit in,
To your mould.
And now I,
Must sit,
In your cold.
I'm back! :D Another little pinch of morbid stuff.
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