Dunno whether you can see the streaks. This was taken on the 24th of March.
"Oh, when will the anguish stop? When will smiles be smiles again and not the evil snares they seem to be now? When will fleeting looks no longer seem be glaring? Why? Why have you forsaken me? Why does it seem like it always rains on me? Why am I so sad when the others are so glad?"
Sorry felt "poetic". Partially true. Sounds sort of paranoid.
1 comment:
Its pretty gloomy, but poignant. I like it. To the point and doesn't have those naive immaturish everything has to rhyme words.
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