common unleashed my thought
proper capitalized my title concrete engraved my pleasure abstract fantasized my dream nouns complete my poetry
nouns create actions for life
No accent better than broken-english
The country's a **** hole now though. Hallelujah's dwindle the arcades like pendulous chasms Chasing down the shadows only to end up with their tails In their throats. The silence was eerie. I was asleep half the day because There was nothing to do when up And far less to do when I was down But I guess I'm just more use to the feeling of a sunken ship. The bells and sirens are screaming now though; The worst part is that no matter how much I improve myself The biggest issues are circumstantial. Devil watching the TV and grinning as if he'd snatched the souls To mansons; I was too hung up on the risk to ever take chances But I've grew sick of romantascing my struggles Swear to God I've been dragging the same cold winter on my back From like five years ago and I've just been letting it stack while I Selectively snip the worst of it following one too many mistakes... I've grown truly wise in a sense that I no longer rely on hope, Been broken in the same way too many times to react the same as I had been. We're all destined for the ground so I am going to stand mine while I still can.
NDA that ❤️ me the cast but sight furious as her tat for dark on screen and put her spot to the bed she caught this action purport law was stage guitar
Where will I be in two years?
Will I be dumbed down and delinquitized? Will I be living on the edge with Dionysus and his friends? Or will I be a scholarly, orderly student? Will I be me, or will I fall into the clutches of some other identity?
All the pieces fall
right out of their places So life could mock more on every sore spots so that it could hurt proper where it actually does hurt.