Sunday, January 17, 2010
Dark
Some days i feel better,some days i feel the same,some days i feel under the weather,some days i feel strange.All this entertainment is no good,nothing here feels quite like it should.Everything feels so bought,sold&used;leftover from a century of abuse.There is nothing brand new.Nothing but you.Spinning on the wheel of fortune.Dizzy from this retail torture.Nothing gives me pleasure.Nothing but you.
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May God bless you for your thought provoking poems brother.
ReplyDeleteCaleb Motupalli