And so I’ll let the tears run
Down your porcelain cheeks
Unwary of the pains that hurt
Of the pains that now kill us.

(Yea, it's sort, but It get's my point out I think. I dunno, i'm tired.)

wine or else whine

will it be the ultimate goal of life

u do relive in poems
they are really touching our heart
ok urs p rao

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continue the tirade
to get relieved from the ostrich of life