FeBERuary is a Ber month alright. It just started and it's already too damn cold in here. I am too dazed by what I've just been subjected to so I can't think of any way to translate what I feel to poetry right now, so I must have made a lame ass joke just now, right?
Said “I'm ok”, but I know how to lie
I will never give up, no I'll never give up
What am I fighting for?
There must be something more
For all these words I sing
Do you feel anything?
Do you not realize that you just almost broke my already battered heart?
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