locked in a cage accompanied by my rage, it is at this stage that im a prisoner to age, young and dumb is cumbersome, love is numb and troublesome, no where to run when time is done, no one to hug deserving of, i embarked on this journey with a nug and a Stone, like a dog and a bone im protective of my possessions, even when all alone im still overly obsessin yet to learn my lesson,, try to look beyond the metaphor, attempt to step through my open door, the counter may be dirty and so is the floor but i swear before i hit 30 ill even the score, leaving the less and embracing the more, neglectin the stress releivin the core,
Posted on: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 23:06:08 +0000
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