what i am you can't question to be alone and no one speaks to me so i talk to myself on a regular basis only to listen get lifted about thirty feet over them filling up my head with the air that lifts me up than i pretend that no one said anything they leave me alone i call up the number hear a fucking dial tone that means they won't give me the loan why cause of who and what i am till i'm tired can't resist can't really know if anyone'll speak to me. fly away spread my wings and trying to fly and jumping away only to fall straight down and crash onto the concrete onto my face, can feel the pain but thats the price that i pay to be who why and what i am, cannot really stop but don't want to be flopped and what i am is not really disgusting only to those who don't understand.Birth sign: Aries
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