roots
its a powerfull source
its all over
its the remorce
its all around making me colder
its contaminating the mind
its contigous
its currupting me blind
its a light of darkness
its frustration cummunicating
its a enhancement of stress
its forever minipulating
its making me feel less
its apart of the soul
its illuding righteousness
its randomly out of controll
its a disorganized mess
its the incamparable label
its proceeding when i begin
its fatal
its sin
Christopher Walton
Reason for writing:
It's something every one is guilty of and I just wanted to write about the issue.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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