Small scrawl after a year ov a fastin' pen
excuse me foe those mixed up sensations.. ma b
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If age measured with happiness then write on her tomb :
“ She died before she waz born”
She just lost her last hope beat
Lost her mind in the damn crowdy street
She felt numbness couldn’t even move her feet ~
Swallowin’ lonlyness pain, burned inside suspicion’s hear
Write :
She stood in the shadow of days
Standin’sideways, lookin’ to all those broken ways
Blured by poisoned haze
Lost inside n burned az a blowin’ blaze.
Write:
She felt so left apart
She thought no need for her life’s sceen part
Sounds in her mind, whirlwind in her heart
Is it the end, or just the torment’s start?
Write:
She was there waitin’ for shinin’ smile
Under those thousands of mile
Waitin’ a hand to let the pain off
For somethin’ can broke those painfull cuff
But all waz there waz a greedy world n rough
Just lookin’ down, with hight size dirty laugh
Write:
That no place left for being week and pure
No more seekin’ for mind’s cure
Its just the time to close ur eyes and see
How thin’s should go n should be
How can faces Been hold inside
What kind of this inside can people hide~
How badly you can b oppress
Drownin’ in that lake of depress
Write :
Nothin’ worth n she waz drownin’ more
Over n over in her inevitable sore
All her guilt ..tht being a dreamer in a land of broken dreams
That he thought nothin’ ain’t like what it means..what it seems
She left that Fake Rave
She ll never expect and she ll be brave
To take all those shameful dreams away with her ..to the grave
Write:
Life start with a shine n ends with a set
That’s the point everybody must Get..
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