you know how weird you feel when you think that the day has opened up, that the days have grown weird and when youre in range, you know that people are strange its 50 degrees, your dog has his fleas cannot blame me, you cannot shame me. i know about days, in many many ways no matter what you or anyone else says watching my plays under the skies of strange days im all alone, the blackness has grown the game that i played, it cannot be shown so sick of listening to you pass judgement, and then i have to hear and see you look down your nose at who i hold dear fuck you then, cant you see why and what you mean to me and then smashing pumpkins fades out in so many ways ive been at these roads and seen stranger days.Birth sign: Aries
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