In the dim lights of my bedroom, The pillows soak in my tears, Of all the years I have cried, For the things missing, And how things could have been, But, last night, For the first time, I cried for t
Here's another day, Shorter than the one before, Slinking into the dark hours of the night, And bringing up all the feelings, From the back burner to the front, As if they're done being slow cooked. H
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