Bumble: the boy wonder!
the weight its overbearing intensity cripples my motivation to move or to feel to know my surroundings waiting for this nitemare to pass i cry in a corner of solitude too affraid to speak to fragile to move the waiting - crushes its splinters cut deep so deep i clean my wounds w/ my salty tears the stinging is all i feel all i know and for that one brief moment all is mine time and space become one i am the resurrection .........the mystery white boy .........the living end Written May 11th, 2001 © on Feb 06 2002 04:45 AM PST 10 • 0
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