Versace.
The sun won’t stay behind the blinds.
It finds it’s way and numbs the mind.
Versace.
I like to say that, riding all alone.
Bear the sorrow, ready for wrong.
I don’t need this melancholy.
Feeling sorry.
Versace.
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