I still feel pain
I still cry
Twenty -four hours
Make a day
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Smoking weed? More to life than smoking fatties, mate. Drink your fill, bang your head against the wall, forget her and move on...that's what I say. Anyways...cool poem, mate. Laters...
This writing flowed and was thought provoking. Sometimes we ask, 'What's the difference, ' and if a difference would have made a difference. It seems no matter what you say, do, have done, it all seems to come back to where it all began. I am hoping that in your life, you will find some peace as I know what it is like always running, and looking for that which is missing or never received. Take care.....and praying you find some peace.....