seems like i've wasted too much time, life continuosly playing me for a game? many thoughts and dreams have been thru my mind, when your failiure becomes the only sucess it ain't the same, apart from the same feeling of the tortured soul of mine but for this "wound" to heal will only take a matter of time phycologically it really gets to me physically i know i can be free skin of my heart constantly dampens, but when i front, a constant pharse comes to mind, "shit happens"
Reason for writing:
from my many heartbreaks i wonder bout y? how come nothing goes rite? why why why? say they like u, "only as friends" f**ks sake! oh well, shit happens
Birth sign: Scorpio
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