#1525-Live
03/10/2021
Some days feel perfect.
Others seem hazy.
Some even sting,
Without a sun to see.
So it goes,
Like a merry-go-round.
Days,
When children can’t be found,
And bitterness unexpectedly
Tastes sweet,
But those close by,
Refuse to believe.
Those are the hardest days,
To live.
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