Not everyone you try to save will make it out alive. For as much life as you try to share, yours will come to an end.
You cannot pour from an empty cup, and glass half full only works when glass has fuel.
So do not let the rope you use to pull souls from the dirt, tangle around your neck and break your heart first.
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Faces Of The City
PoetryThe city seemed cold It just had nothing to offer But as the city grew old It got a little bit better If I had been told A year ago that I'd love her I would have laughed I would've said something bitter But the city now holds A little bit of my...
