an angel has appeared ready or not, its your time and so comes the dawn and the wind and the rain you almost made it home the little game is over, altogether it sucked you realized what happened. so now youre fucked ready or not, with laughter "tag, youre it!!" and than its your time. where the time went, the life that you led you look back on it with regret only after you are dead tiring of being tired, the games almost over and you see your childhood like in the pharcyde's runnin' video but was it really like that?? or do you just wish that? that it was ideal instead of tired as hell from saying im tired to being called a tired fag ready or not, this is now your life.Birth sign: Aries
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