Someone asked me how I am today and the lie that is "good" came so easily that it almost made me sad enough to tell the truth
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
11.9.2019
Someone asked me how I am today and the lie that is "good" came so easily that it almost made me sad enough to tell the truth
-GS
