cried in the bus on d way home
cried in the restaurant for dinner
cried my way to sleep
cried when i woke
cried when i hold my fabrics
is about time i accept
i can never be as energized as my age
is about time i accept
my absolute imperfections
this is where i tell my tale. is truly based on lies. so true, that almost is real
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