depression
is like riding a bike
with no wheels
depression
is like riding a bike
with no wheels
I know you still think of her
When it’s late at night
And memories fall out of your eyelids and down your cheek
I would too, if I had known her
if I have to fight for your attention
then it is not worth fighting for
Peace can only be achieved if the power of love overrules the love of power.
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