im laughing with you one second, crying the next am i depressed?? am i going west?? mamma's kicking baby bird out of the nest he puts up a brave fight, but on his face are the tears that he can't resist but he leaves and he puts up a smokescreen he seems unemotional, even kind of cold his feelings are raging, his fury being held in though and he stumbles over his words and his thoughts don;t flow askng himself is he capable of love and if so, when its time to go above will that love be recognized? will it be seen as good or evil that he lived through his teens the smoke covering himself is thick and black,but all he's worried about is the plume of black smoke rising above his track
Reason for writing:
"he" is me
Birth sign: Aries
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