20th day, almost every month,I stare at it.
Sobbing to have it stop.
Wailing to make 'em go away.
At 10th, almost every month, I start fresh.
Saying everything will be better just because I had the worst.
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MindMatter
PoetryEvery living thing is not perfect, so do me. I bound to commit mistakes even when I don't even wish to. This book of poetry will tell you a little bit about my life. I'm not a nice person but I'm trying to be better. Our world needs more love.
