stiches of life
Life has been kind to me once,
that was before i was born,
ever since,life has been life a tailor,
tearing me apart and stiching me together,
some time making sense,
other time making real sense
and most time making no sense.
that was before i was born,
ever since,life has been life a tailor,
tearing me apart and stiching me together,
some time making sense,
other time making real sense
and most time making no sense.
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