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One day I was happy, living so peacefully. That day I was bored, so I painted flowers with thee. The next day rain came falling, the things they made us do. The life I once had cheerful, has now become so blue. One task after the other, with very ample time. One bite of lunch and dinner, to my system is a crime. I thought that time was golden, it's never to be wasted. Since when did this thing happen, when ranks are gold instead. Before I wished for ponies, but now I'd yearn for naps. The times I took for granted, has led me to these traps. Here am I just ranting, while a heap of work awaits. The world have been so cruel, and I have fallen for its lustrous bait.
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
The Storm Called July
One day I was happy, living so peacefully. That day I was bored, so I painted flowers with thee. The next day rain came falling, the things they made us do. The life I once had cheerful, has now become so blue. One task after the other, with very ample time. One bite of lunch and dinner, to my system is a crime. I thought that time was golden, it's never to be wasted. Since when did this thing happen, when ranks are gold instead. Before I wished for ponies, but now I'd yearn for naps. The times I took for granted, has led me to these traps. Here am I just ranting, while a heap of work awaits. The world have been so cruel, and I have fallen for its lustrous bait.
redfrost
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
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