still they don't get it still they should wet it light the fuse and still you can and will set it and get lost alone in this they left you here for a reason and they left you falling down now, send and everyone with a tennis racket, end your session and shut down but i'm not talking , they don't give a shit they laugh in my face and away they flit i've been waiting my whole life to underfly too long and i'm really, shy why do i continue to lie here i am once again and i'm caught i'm enslaved, sold and bought delivered from that pain i wrought shooting myself (just a thought) they could'nt care less, they inflict this pain into my chest all these words i don't just say, leave them alone to rest i might as well not even be talking. and soon they wish i wouldn't be.Birth sign: Aries
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