everytime i turn around, it seems your standing there, and i think you have the tendancy, to just wander off and stare, at other things among you, which really are of no consequence, when you should be focused on the task at hand, your focused on the stench, of the world around you, which stinks with hate and greed, its almost as if, everyone else has caught a disease, of course, your the only one who notices, that everything seems so wrong, that the smell is growing and growing, and its so friken god-awful strong, whats wrong with these people, is all you have to say, and yer attitude and judgments, make it unbearable for you to stay, with me anymore, so im asking you to go, go and stay out of my life, so i can have the room to grow......
Reason for writing:
my other self i guess you could say..cipher
Birth sign: Aries
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