They always leave,
A re-occurring curse,
Cry on my own sleeve
Oh yes,
Trust me,
It hurts,
But,
What could I do
When the one who always leaves is you,
What could say?
If you're not even hear?
You've gone away.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
They always leave,
A re-occurring curse,
Cry on my own sleeve
Oh yes,
Trust me,
It hurts,
But,
What could I do
When the one who always leaves is you,
What could say?
If you're not even hear?
You've gone away.
My quotidian
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