let the eagle tell you where he's been
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Tuesday 3 February 2015
Miserable
There is a distinct lack of joy
in everything I do,
but no matter how much I wish it,
I cannot put the blame on you.
I was wrong to hope, to trust, and to believe
and nothing but tragedy have I thus received.
(03-02-2015)
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