From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.
Two days after
I don't know why I even went out with her then she looked pretty now she's ugly as hell a chance of love maybe? she looked like a woman then now she acts like her man always last in the bar thoughts went too far.
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