I resent many of my own works,
And I resent who wrote them.
But It’s what I feel and my hand writes,
As a suicidal turtle,
Though may place his head underneath an elephant’s foot,
Cannot stop himself from pulling back under his shell.
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
I resent many of my own works,
And I resent who wrote them.
But It’s what I feel and my hand writes,
As a suicidal turtle,
Though may place his head underneath an elephant’s foot,
Cannot stop himself from pulling back under his shell.
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