my life, like a strained muscle hurts, I need a sense of reality. for I live in my own world. for far to long have I been crawling around. death comes to us all I want it on my feet. but when I try to stand, somebody pushes me back down. people tell me there is plenty of fish in the sea....but im almost out of bait. I grow sad each day for we put laws on love. my world there is no laws. I can love whoever I want. but because of prior events im condemned to never hold ones hand. SO I CHOSE TO LIVE LIFE. but not the same way as all of you, no. ill crawl around like the insect I am, waiting for the day that the foot of life comes crashing down on me.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 17:51:40 +0000
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