There are a lot of metaphors including sunshine.
Some of them are good,
But never good enough.
Dreams don't ever come true,
I've learned that in the past months.
Maybe wishing will do.
I could use a little sunshine now.
I'm sick, and cold, and lone.
That little sunshine used to be you.
I'm ******* lost, and for the first time
I don't actually know what to do.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC
There are a lot of metaphors including sunshine.
Some of them are good,
But never good enough.
Dreams don't ever come true,
I've learned that in the past months.
Maybe wishing will do.
I could use a little sunshine now.
I'm sick, and cold, and lone.
That little sunshine used to be you.
I'm ******* lost, and for the first time
I don't actually know what to do.
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17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 9:24 AM UTC
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