We had a lot of faces
We lived a lot of lies
We went so many places
But everybody dies
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PoetryLife is rough. But you don't have to go through it alone. Let's all talk about it. Here is something somewhat like a journal. I'll update on my life, you can send requests for things you want me to publish in it (A quote, a story from your day, ana...
2:24 a.m.
We had a lot of faces
We lived a lot of lies
We went so many places
But everybody dies
