Every day …

Every single day, in every single way, I always have an issue that I would like to address.

What follows it, are pretty petals of distress. 

Absconds the heart and the mind stops to rationalise. 

My prettiest faces of distress laugh out loud with a sad cry. 

Nothing is ever accomplished, rather more damage is done. 

Day in and day out, I have an endless struggle with dried fun. 

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Author: teapotideas

Nonsignificant. Hardly human.

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