A cotA Poem by Sad Unc Days 3562A gift given Is it free? Everything costs something I tire. of the endless weighing and balancing Born to the scales, but too much will tip them. I lie. In exhaustion. As others fall too. Where are we all going? Why?
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Added on February 12, 2026 Last Updated on February 12, 2026 AuthorSad Unc Days 3562AboutFinally cracked, and the pain is spilling forth is this a good thing? more.. |
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