(for Jedek) a disease that should stand nameless a disease that robs you faceless allowing you to stumble through structures and the wasteland of your mind was it worth the worry now do you think? rotting keys to jammed doors; pride left over in the billfolds of your life are all thats left behind but i can't help but pity you as you struggle down to memories you cannot name; stumble down the sidewalks of your rage and i'll strain to tell you mercy will still release you.
Reason for writing:
my grandfather
Birth sign: Taurus
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