in this warped world, there were trash can alive, and they are the people who talk shits and lie either at your back or in front of you without even feeling sorry about it.
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Smile, Cry, Die
Poetry"How can you save a splitting relationship when you can't even save yourself? " I'm Dane and this are the words I couldn't dare to shout. The words of pain that I couldn't precipitate. The metaphors I couldn't dare to speak... Would you listen? ...
