I try to be cheerful
and always attempt to wash my bitterness,
but the stormy wind
is constantly coloring my soul
with a dry breeze.
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 7:48 AM UTC
I try to be cheerful
and always attempt to wash my bitterness,
but the stormy wind
is constantly coloring my soul
with a dry breeze.
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