Thursday, October 25, 2018

Sad Birthday

Dear Batty,

My eyes hurt
A dried up kind of hurt
Which is odd
Because I've cried a lot for a month
So they should be moist
But like your cruel end
They are dry
And devoid of hope

Miss you,
S

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