18h
The random stuff hits me hard,
It makes me wanna cry.
So much to bear, so much to say
is it a day, or typically my way.
It makes me wanna cry.
So much to bear, so much to say
is it a day, or typically my way.
To those who know the weight of a small betrayal, the sting of an ignorant wordβhow these minor things can feel too great to bear.
(19/F)
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