Said
There is something to be said for the restless nights in bed, for the constant thoughts in our head, or this world that we tread.
There is something to be said of the days that we dwell, on the wretched words that we yell, for the useless lies that we tell, and the times we had fell
Not enough said of the courageous lives we’ve lead, for the beautiful things said, or the consistent routines bred.
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