Pretending gets tiring
After a while
So in the end you stop
With no cylinders left firing
And an inibility to smile
It’s back up to that rooftop
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Pretending gets tiring
After a while
So in the end you stop
With no cylinders left firing
And an inibility to smile
It’s back up to that rooftop
Thanks for sharing!
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Hang gliding, genius! 😉💚
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You’ve got a sun lounger and a BBQ up there haven’t you!
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Both – just no bloody sun! 😕😉🖤
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Wise words worth remembering! ❤
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Good view up there, easy to spit on someone
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Haha! Very true 😁🖤
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Pretending is just a waste of time…even though ..it takes tym…we hv to admit the truth
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Very true 👍🖤
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