It's always, better with you, or, is it, MISERY loves, company here??? A poem off of a carton of drink I just bought, no, I really just, went out and bought this carton of tea here, translated, by me…
As the Days Became, Turned Upside Down
We Both Made that Face, and Embraced
Fearless, of the Nights, or the, Downpours
Because You are, Familiar, Smoothed Over All the Jagged Sides of, Us
So, here, you'd, become, completely, reliant on the other individual to help you feel, okay, and that sounded nice, when you're in love with one another, but, if love's dead and gone, you'll then be left with, nothing, but that hollow hole inside of your heart, where the feelings of love, that warmth, that fuzziness inside, so it's still, NOTHING good, relying completely on that certain someone else, to make you feel, so good about yourselves.
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