â¯Jst as i am without one record of hapines.an overdue chronicle of sadness.i hpe it arowses ur dead conscience 2 realise dat all tru dose yrs dat i ws down and u kept on kicking.still wit dose scales dats on my arm..all tru d nite u stole d light and left my lyf in total darkness.a perfect being i still remain 2 d few who cares i ll gve ds seemingly worthless lyf of mine 2 share a moment wit all u angels.here i stand a perfect being.not dat i am free but that i am loved by those who bruise.here i am 2 draw […]
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