20.9.08

It's bloody empty.

scratch


I have a complex so complex
I couldn't even begin to explain in context,
or the content. Life an equation and problems are the constant.
So until I am content
I'll keep my feelings locked up like their convicts

I am really tired of life throwing me lemons and I'm fucking tired of Lemonade
can't I get a nice apple for once or maybe a few grapes?

hell!

I'm ok.
don't worry
I'll be fine
I always am.

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