The violent overthrow of a dictators rule is a rare event we should all feel priviledged to see whether it be a matter of timing or whether it be a matter of missed opportunities in the past and while im off the topic, it appears to be the once beheld title i hold is nothing but a papers fold a sun a moon a plastic mold to fill maybe something old what other word would fit but behold and now your dreaming of the past to stay around to watch it last and my heart is beating fast while you describe the future cast The peaceful exuberance present in the Tribal communities of Northern Africa is shocking when taking in that they participate in the nonono it doesnt work that way avoiding the subject is not that simple there are ru les nonono dont tell me what I can and cann ot do look at me mom im making pretty pictures im tranquil im peacful im lost im dead im empty your happy your blessed your a fuck up you are aware were equally wrong but we cant admit it were both just as fucked up as the other smile accept it were fighting now tell me something when I ask are we friends im not sure if you know how to define but fighting is the way weve always gotten this done and why is that is it becuase were not friends or is it becuase we are or is it because were best friends or is it becuase we hate each other is it becuase we miss the company is it that were still talking and all of the sudden, I'm punctuated.
Reason for writing:
a freindship i value
Birth sign: Gemini
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