by S.
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15 September 2015 | 22:36


Words said out, being so dread
How could it not? When I feel so dead
Almost all the time I said I'd cope
Though I know, I got no hope.

Should I have known that the world does not only resolve around me
But I only thought, probably I could get a shot
I wander and wonder of all things that might be the key
To those happiness, laughter, jokes and what not

by S.