filled with hot tears and sad dreams
closed eyes burn,
memories sting.
time doesn't heal all wounds,
we just get used to them.
closed eyes burn,
memories sting.
time doesn't heal all wounds,
we just get used to them.
Life is short it's one big musing, it doesn't make sense or continuously link. I get concerned when i start to think it does. Means life is getting boring
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