My Missery


                        


When the days come to an end and you look at me my eyes start to cry
I feel so abused even by a fly
At the end I see another day has passed, where I feel like a worm being casted on a fishing hook
I feel that in my mind I dont have a nook or cranny of information
But then I rememmber that it's all in my mind
And I put it all behind me

By: Frankdc (Age ?)


                        


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