speak when spoken to... and bend the golden rule... behave yerself.......naturally... or always be the fool.. as if fact belittles fiction.. we all seem to exist... our wills innertwined... are souls all are mixed... each moment....each thought... tho more distraught than the next.... keeps the circle going.. keeps us more perplexed... but isnt magical.... this crazy world...this crazy life... the struggles...the triumphs... the heartache and strife... the chance to change something... the fork in the road... the metaphors...the metaphors... seem to never get old... a second oppurtunity... besets each one... yet some choose to cower... turn yellow and run.... back to a disguise... a cloud to shrowd the eye... i guess the other two, work well enough... at least i can watch the skies... and ending.....expiration... but only for now.... another explanation someway..........somehow
Reason for writing:
hmmmmmmmmmmm..........lifes amazing....
mi think! there4 mi am
Birth sign: Aries
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