the thoughts that cloud my mind, can bring on frightening confusion, distraught beyond repair, stuck in disallusion, so far from were i need to be, its too damn cloudy for me to see, the buzzards flying over my head, circling and circling, waiting for my thoughts to be dead, so then they can feed on all that remains, of disallusioned dreams, and fullfill the destinys of there own souls, not really knowing what it means, to create there own personality, and to survive there own realities....
Reason for writing:
ummmmm.....well......hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Birth sign: Aries
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