If misplaced sentiments were like pimples
on odd places of the face
then I'd pop each and every one of them
until my face hurt, bled, and got mutilated.
With one of those pimples would go
the sentiments attached
to my otherwise pretty face.
I'd be a happier person.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 6:12 PM UTC
If misplaced sentiments were like pimples
on odd places of the face
then I'd pop each and every one of them
until my face hurt, bled, and got mutilated.
With one of those pimples would go
the sentiments attached
to my otherwise pretty face.
I'd be a happier person.
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