My Mind
By renren022
Too much, to fast, to soon, to last. My mind, its gone, too far, to care. Things, messed up. Never, go back. we're stuck, like a tack. Put somewhere, somewhere to stay. But there will, be a day, when we all, wont stay. We’ll be gone, won’t be the first. Out the door, flustered, burst. Life, right now, isn’t good. I want to throw in my towel, and put on my hood. Leave this world. Never come back. And see how they handle, life without their "tack". Written February 10th, 2002 © on Feb 10 2002 02:13 PM PST 0 • 1
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