There was a certain kind of sadness
that was brewing in my soul
But when it was done
you decided I wasn't your cup of tea
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Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write
PoésieSomething I had to write in order to feel again.
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There was a certain kind of sadness
that was brewing in my soul
But when it was done
you decided I wasn't your cup of tea
