I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm crying
These tears penetrate my life,
make me regret past observances.
Why do I cry
Why do I wail
Why am I not okay?
I'm not okay,
Okay?
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A Collection of Thoughts
RandomWelcome to a place I cannot guarantee. Welcome to the cloudiest reaches of my imagination, and welcome to thoughts raised by me. Here you can read different aspects of my brain which may or may not include dark, sad, romantic, happy, strange, funny...
