Nadda
Tears kept inside, all dried up consumed with pride, begged borrowed and stole
never lied, well tried.
Easy goes it, allways knows it, and common the indeference stoes it. and bestoes it.
Time ticks, saveing moments, all in a skiped breath, underneath a belly of a wreck.
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