Desperate times, desperate measures

 #1. The Problem

#2. Oh...

#3. The Solution?

Sometimes I just do wish Im an ice cream...

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And so again the sun rose in haste

The sleepless pleads for dawn to abate

As the song of summer bellows in the air

The hearts that were buried beat in despair

Memory is irony and time is to blame

To forget isn’t easy, isn’t it a shame

Why do we say hello only to bid goodbye

A season of melting truths and freezing lies