**** today.
There's not much else to say.
Speechless.
Get away from me.
Stop touching me.
Let me breath.
Let me be.
Whatever.
I'm sick of this place.
Every single face,
I know.
It's starting to show,
how sick I am,
of all of you.
and I'm at a loss what to do,
other than to push and shove you away.
I dream of another day,
where I am much more free,
and they will let me be.
Without so much pressure,
and politics,
and *****
and *******
and children,
and girls,
and boys,
and toys.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC
**** today.
There's not much else to say.
Speechless.
Get away from me.
Stop touching me.
Let me breath.
Let me be.
Whatever.
I'm sick of this place.
Every single face,
I know.
It's starting to show,
how sick I am,
of all of you.
and I'm at a loss what to do,
other than to push and shove you away.
I dream of another day,
where I am much more free,
and they will let me be.
Without so much pressure,
and politics,
and *****
and *******
and children,
and girls,
and boys,
and toys.
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