how much longer till i get out of this hell hole? losing friends, making enemies, never was my style. now has become what i do. what i am. i sit back, watch my life revolve around me, go in directions i would rather not tread, but am drawn to. dirt under my nails, mud smudged on my face. the road is dirty and ugly and now i am, too.Birth sign: Not entered
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