Cry all day at a party because you realize it's over,
Laugh all night because your friends hate him too.
Call him all day because you're just that desperate,
Deal with a break up and eat everyone's food (specifically carrots and popcorn).
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Noyadé
PoetryA series of small works: finished works and unfinished scraps and sober thoughts and inebriated words and drunk minds and me. All of me in here.
