Friday, October 1, 2010
who will be strong and stand with me?
The
bad
things,
they make me sick to my stomach.
The
good
things,
they never last very long.
The
smiles
,
They are usually fake.
I have high hopes
that things will get better,
but what does 'better' mean?
Maybe my definition
is too complex.
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