Runner up, fallin down. Standing real tall, on the ground. Broken - TopicsExpress



          

Runner up, fallin down. Standing real tall, on the ground. Broken pencil, pountless pass. Undying trust, backstabbed. Together forever, till one may die. Holding eachothers hands, its a lie. Feet first, neck last. These kind of live stories, never last. One is keen, one is mean. Together their usually a keen mean fighting machine. Apart, one is human, the other is flesh. Oradoxing, floraplossing, dissinguised behavior. Robots and tea pots, out of stock. Landslide slips and glides. Mother nature, creates to break. The break has to be created. It wont make sense to the normal, this isnt really formal. Trust in the bund, fund the band. To da grandstand, liverchaps. I am Not yuh. Nor will i ever be close or behind yuh. We wouldnt know eachother if we didnt face eachother. So why is now im higher up, from where i was low?
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 02:55:24 +0000

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