My thoughts in mind flew like a raining cloud
I bet I heard it how stood up my blood.
Today I struggled to get up-why not?
By morning joy division made me hate the world.
Each sunrise like a puke in face-so gross.
And as the day makes profit so it does the loss.
The wind blew everything I've ever said.
I left with nothing but to come back to my bed.
in the time of happiness
© Copyright: Вика Дин, 2013
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