I loath the inability to express my tainted emotions, I calculate expression, I administer thought, I depreciate morals all to expedite a life Im to afraid to live heartless with material luster and non-existent swagger. I will light the fire-less torch too see in the darkness and look down. Who am I? Am I wrong to want to hold my head up and hold the mountains on my back and dream of a path well let with belief of betterment and heart or is it wrong to bleed? -Me
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 00:47:58 +0000
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