Its easy to be popular, easy to be true easy to be given away too easy to be you too easy to be someone else, do i want to be myself too much,i serves too many people and i gave away my wealth and then...Its Kip Kinkle and shame upon him to follow columbine's example his lightbulb is very dim to wit, I am dead, i am unsure of what i become i am also given to fits and lying in the sun warring with the sickness that clouds upon my mind how convienient it is to shoot the one thats last in line sickened by myself i turn away to be unforgiven should be lucky to just be livin' hold me,touch me, suck me and drink me tell me what you want and then try to outthink me suddenly i sit up and begin my descent being low-class, low-life and low-rent and when i walk into a post office and pull the trigger this would be the caption "just another nigger" and no one listens to me but i'm not surprised, i am sure for everyone that walks the planet is impure the lake froze over but the glade began to glisten when i became fury and anger no one listened so they...became....one...and...the...same. dead.
Reason for writing:
i am not just another.....
Birth sign: Aries
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