Sorrow has spoken. Yet I'm not gonna cry. My heart has been broken. Yet I'm not gonna cry. My sweet sweet most prized possesion has been tooken. Yet I'm not gonna cry. He left me to sleep in my own bed of passion . Yet I'm not gonna cry. Pushed to the side like an old rag doll. Yet I'm not gonna cry.
Reason for writing:
learning "you can't cry over spilled milk"
Birth sign: Gemini
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