Angela Ricks


The more tears I shead in this lonesome fricked up mishchieveous world
The more and more I hurt the pin is just a wonder put to shame
The tears that fall beneath and down below my checks, cry a sob story to tell thee..
The lonesomeness is just a queary
The pain and misery are not mary
The suffering I come up from thy statement,
Daws me to follow thee
No matter where my desereted little heart of mine has no pleasure or need to be without you

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