for each time i hope. for each time i know,
my heart just given more scattered as before.
its just more then utter disappointment.
and there's nothing you can do.
for i know
this poem can never rhyme.
my heart just given more scattered as before.
its just more then utter disappointment.
and there's nothing you can do.
for i know
this poem can never rhyme.
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