Isn't it a tragedy?
I used to lay in bed at night.
Thinking about who'd miss me.
Only my mom came to mind.
It was always enough to stop me.
But I came to resent her for it.
That's when I realized.
Life isn't fair.
Isn't it a tragedy?
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
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