good morning life
good morning… life breathing walking stares and laughing pointing and gawking humilation and mocking messed up hair and my own sense of style the social outcast all the while listens to punk rock not a lot of friends but the ones that I do have will be there till the end sleeping and crying distracted and confused feels like I’m dying burnt out and used deception and lying abuse and destruction fear and assumption failing trying goodnite… life Written September 22nd, 2001 © on Sep 22 2001 03:22 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"good morning… life..."