December 2011
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End of days (in 2011)
It’s been a while since I’ve ranted out anything, unless you’ve seen me for the last 6 months, then you’re better off having coffee with me than reading this post.
So here I am again out of the illusive realization that life without a place to portray your feelings without any limitation is a life without slavery. Make sense, no?
Maybe not but we are who we are and no one...
Excuses
Excuse me Mister
What the hell are you waiting for?
He gave you love and so did she
But it takes so much more
Than a few million years of condescending
Hitting and Screaming and Laughing and Shouting
Always seems to be what you love to do
And that’s hard to believe
And I can’t let you go
And you can’t leave me
But all we know
Is that this feeling is never good enough
Excuse me miss
Why are you...