What’s new about the year?
It’s just figures, ain’t it?
Another number to bear,
Makes me older and you know it!
Under the moonlight and the sunshine,
it’s the blinding beam all over again.
Tired and dead,
We all fall down the drain.
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That picture?
Pondering?
With a fag in your hand?
Another year?
This one would be dramatic. For sure!
*Mommy Issues*
Ofcourse. Bad times come yearly
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