An armchair rocking in despair
 Long stairs
 And my despaired diary,


Airy morning, spilled fair hair
Unrepaired glasses
And my unfair destiny,


A glaired Debonair
A laired millionaire
And my airtight room with no care


Lost that fairy dust
When airbrushed an incident
And my unforgettable affair,


An airless corsair life
Morally impaired
And my solitaire core


There's a long questionnaire
For this wheelchair
And my cairned soul?




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I believe in creating happiness through my positive energies. I dislike to find it in all the wrong places.In the end the only things that matter is who you help and who you hurt.

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