vent
excuse me while i vent my mind. thoughts have been scattered and bent with time. if it was meant to find, it would be found. everything is passing me by, going all around. there's no sound at all. there's nothing there. everything seems to fall, it's just so unfair. there's no one there. nothing but an empty space. disgraced, with feelings of being misplaced. handled improperly. how can it be? there's nothin left to say about me. Written April 14th, 2002 © on Apr 14 2002 04:18 PM PST 0 • 10
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"excuse me while i vent my mind...."