I'm sick of feelings
I'm sick of bullshit
I'm sick of complaining
I want to believe in something.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Eternal bliss is not thru a kiss, but thru sweat blood and ability to dispossess. And you and I gain right to think by dealing in blades, words and ink. you fail to trail how hope prevails and I assail through pages pale.
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