Sold Doubt
Sweet is my depression, like lollypops on sticks, my admissions, like fragile bodies on cliffs, saddest is my wishes, falling like the stars, taken like free samples, broken like crashed cars, to be shut out of every coalition, is to feel unordinary, expected in organization, can make life worth living extraordinary, if its perfect, it’s a specialty, but I am left as nothing, I am left to be...
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Current mood: indifferent
Added on: 30/07/2006 01:39:56
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