Some throw the prettiest pity parties
And they invite us all to bare witness
Expected to feel bad, give sympathy
"Come see my pain, I'm so close to the abyss"
And when they've had their fill
They'll dance a dance of utter bliss
Until next time, "friends"
Until the pity is what they miss
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The Mission: Become The Movement
ПоэзияThis is a compilation of poems that I write, and they all have one mission; to entertain and help others with whatever issues they face.
