Sit back and read the rantings of a person swallowed in grief. There's not an ounce of respect in this being toward anyone's beliefs or walks in life. Someone walks a lonely path clouded by shadows and hallucinations that have become reality within their mind. The universe is centered around them and all must listen to one who wants eternal recognition. It's not that they are not liked, it is that they can't like anyone who doesn't want to be them. Time brought them back to the forefront. There is no need for fighting, nor a need for frivolous arguing. We all missed you. YOU know the name of the poem...
Reason for writing:
I was never told to like everyone, though I try. The same will always go for you. I never attacked you, but I can't stand closed off people. I used to be that way. Have a good one.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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