The bottle of milk falls down, just as my words come out; those are words that I say suddenly, without much thought, hurtful and harsh, they've been said; spilled milk can't be put back in the bottle, it can only be cleaned up; my words can't be brought in my mouth again, they can only be cleaned up.
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Penny For Your Thoughts?
RandomJust a compilation of things that have been on my mind. Poems, rants, short stories or just something I feel like sharing.
