Flowing on my cheeks
Converging on my chin
They came with pain
Instaed of joy
Their plans were to sink me in them
I rose and flew before I drown
I knew if I drowned
I would sink in them and
that will be my last seen.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 11:16 AM UTC
Flowing on my cheeks
Converging on my chin
They came with pain
Instaed of joy
Their plans were to sink me in them
I rose and flew before I drown
I knew if I drowned
I would sink in them and
that will be my last seen.
I believe I still got a lot to laugh and smile about
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