February 2012
32 posts
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Always an interesting peice of life. I feel like that when words come out. They try and speak for a mind that doesnt think in words, yet it’s something like trying to catch clouds. I’m always going be thinking of that faithful day. Placed into my mind I finnaly found myself in this world you know? The one time I knew I was right where the world wanted me to be. Looking over the edge, I...
PLEASE
forgive me, for I cannot be phony in any sense.
