"ME"
Memories potray,
y am i a prey?
y am i a prey?
I see myself as a statue of clay,
My words are all grey,
My words are all grey,
The wheels on the path,
fingering my thoughts,
fingering my thoughts,
A sick weasle i seem,
embossing the theme,
embossing the theme,
to realize i am just another "me".
posted by Acetic Pill at 12:38 AM
2 Comments:
You must be really in a bad mood to write such depressing comments about yourself.
The morning is good. Enjoy the weather and feel the niceness of the sorrounding environment!
whatz wrong? if tat is wat was spread across my mind on a pleasent morning!
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