Spilled milk.
It's nothing to cry over until it drowns us all
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Little Do You Know
PoésieSome of my poetry. Most of it sucks, but I'd appreciate it you dropped some votes on the ones you do enjoy. It helps me keep writing. ~Little do you know, the pain in my heart comes from the knife you didn't know you were holding~
milk
Spilled milk.
It's nothing to cry over until it drowns us all
