why me.... is fate really like this... is this the life ive been heading for... i wonder what ive missed... some huge fucking sign... in the middle or the fork in the road... i must have left it behind, in a trail of dust... god....do i feel old... wise beyond my years... or false bravado from too many drugs... whay exactly am i me... stuck in this life of "thugs"... who could i have been... if indeed my fate could change.... would i be the person i want to see... or even more deranged.... rhetorical questions are a mind fuck... and thats where i happen to be... if i cant do it...at least for myself... then who will feel sorry for me...
Reason for writing:
who knows.....
Birth sign: Aries
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