Monday, August 9, 2010

Felt like maself walkin to grave

i walk to be delivered
i avoid from feeding maself at my hut
i avoid anger when got teased
i keep avoid maself from being complicative
but somehow things just ain't right for me
its like a recipe with no steps
squeeze ma brain for no reason
tears almost fall for no reason
this is just ain't right
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Fuck you

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