A Recipe Of Our Angst
Sitting here, My stomach churning My head spins I have no idea Where to start. I’m not going to tell You a sad story Or bring tears to your eyes, I’m not going to talk Of a poetic story Setting happiness in your heart. I’m telling you the truth, It’s filled with Love and hate, Lust and revenge With a little extra dash of pure evil, And a pinch of sorrow Its no different from yours.i wrote this to explain to my family my life - the way i look at things - didnt help they still think im a freak - Written October 14th, 2001 © on Oct 14 2001 12:52 AM PST, Rebecca 0 • 1
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