LessA Poem by But,itis,theendEarly mornings
Everyone is an absolute fraud
No one is the open field on sunshine A leaf that catches sun Is better than I'll ever be I treat people similarly Life keeps telling me Nothing is worth it © 2018 But,itis,theend |
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Added on August 26, 2018 Last Updated on August 26, 2018 Author
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