one of the days
it's the days the slient ones where the winds echo the shadows crawl it's one of them days where the drums beat and the heart aches and the room goes dark it's one of them days the plants died the petals fall the roots weaken it's one of them days where I don't know if the world is moving or frozen Because mommy made me a writer
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