I fear of dying,
from growing complexity.
Leaving complications due to things
that I've left undone.
If I was simplistic enough,
Everything would be fine.
But you see dear,
I just haven't got the time.
I am penitent.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 2:04 AM UTC
I fear of dying,
from growing complexity.
Leaving complications due to things
that I've left undone.
If I was simplistic enough,
Everything would be fine.
But you see dear,
I just haven't got the time.
I am penitent.
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