funny how on your own life is carefree and smooth sailing
with others it gets more and more complicated....trying, taxing, time consuming....
it should be the other way around.
Time is awash with
a cloth of mine
wiped, swiped, washed
away to a place i
cannot say, the endless
days which never end
always looking around
searching for a better
friend, inhaling all the
i exhale, realized envy
of a snail, me, a male
wonder why my skins so pale
this life so frail
not bad for freestyle huh
ahh shit, i have to go work some stuff out....
ill be back whenever..
happy happy joy and good stuff
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