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Saturday morning I am waiting, patient for the sky to crawl. I have heard from someone’s someone that the world today will fall. No real reason to be excited, not that I don’t want to live. It’s just the moments that betray me, and it’s the people that I meet. I keep getting looks of worry, I’m being told it’s really bad, the one day I am truly smiling, is the day we’re getting burnt. Saturday evening I am waiting, it seems they tricked me to believe, that hopes can be attained to heavens, even if the death to greet. Someone’s someone was a liar and the world today won’t fall. I’m still hoping for such disaster, the one that’ll save me from it all.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
I Believe It Was A Saturday
Saturday morning I am waiting, patient for the sky to crawl. I have heard from someone’s someone that the world today will fall. No real reason to be excited, not that I don’t want to live. It’s just the moments that betray me, and it’s the people that I meet. I keep getting looks of worry, I’m being told it’s really bad, the one day I am truly smiling, is the day we’re getting burnt. Saturday evening I am waiting, it seems they tricked me to believe, that hopes can be attained to heavens, even if the death to greet. Someone’s someone was a liar and the world today won’t fall. I’m still hoping for such disaster, the one that’ll save me from it all.
lupush
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
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