Morning falls like rain into the city life
There goes another night...
Everyone keeps talking
They promise you everything
But they don't mean anything...
And we can't keep holding on
When all we need is some relief
Through these hard times
Through these hard times...
-These Hard Times, Matchbox Twenty
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Aesthetic Words (Part 2)
AléatoirePhrases and poetry that capture my mind. Second book to Aesthetic Words. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE.
