Odor

From the best days of my life, to the worst days of my life – there will always be some form of pain and strife. Cut with that dull knife just to find more pain on the other side.

I wish I could get away from the world on a starship. Receiving the peace I get when I look into your emerald eyes almost makes it all worth it.

A long journey to the swamp and back, there’s days you win and days you loose – they’ll say. It is true, half and half – the good and the bad days sway.

A long, hard battle and trip over this banana split of a life. I wish I hadn’t made all of these mistakes that caused me this pain and strife.

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