I was a youngster who stayed in the world of books about heroes and villians, of law-abiders and crooks i put up a wall that i still haven't even tried to bring down I had no chance to ever wear a crown and life i saw as a waterfall that ran down the street and sluiced through the cracks in the wall still wondering why the way the walls fall ignoring my mothers anguished call the violins played as they sent my casket down the river is this what they meant by the phrase "chopped liver??" I'm not thomas dylan, i won't make my mark by being so obviously lame and stark technically, i belong to someone else, but that point has not become something the pope can anoint i put up a wall that no one can penetrate we all do, for reasons that have to do with fate everyone else came to the party late and i'd like to stay longer, but i cannot debate... i put up walls that hurt those around me deeply the death of my brother broke our connection completely the wall begins to teeter, but i knew before it will always be there, forevermore.Birth sign: Aries
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