i stare into this empty bottle.. my dreams seems so forlorn.... inbetween "what" should have been..and obviously what was.. so alone and now so torn..... i sit beside, when push comes to shove... an indistinct cluster fuck.... a tightly wound ball.... a recklss wreck..with nothing in check.. i think encompasses all... everything so small... sadly including i.... and within my pride ive realized... i was meant to try, and fall... when peices hit the floor.. at the bottom of this hole.... who gives a shit..when its not worth it... to compromise your "soul".....Birth sign: Aries
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