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I have an imaginary friend.
helikes to follow me around.
hes lots of fun.
not that anyonre really cares.
oh well poem for you people.
nobody reads m diary so i feel unloved but i can put what i want publicly at least.
i feel so used and dirty, helpless, lost, confused, im losing my grip, can't keep together this s**t, and pretty soon it'll all fade away, be gone, to torture me on the rainy day, but who the f** cares? most are unaware, sick to death of mother F**kers, and the cheap a** C**K suckers.
not that you care, not like you have time, not for me at least. no not for me. no time or room, so ill just keep walking. i cand o this S**T alone, so F**K you man, F**K you...
and i can do this S**T alone, so F**K off, you watch me, you watch me pull myself back up, and laugh at you when i stand tall, and your down on the ground, cos i wont give you a F**K, you made me alone, so im returning the favour, and to tell you the truth, im quite liking this flava...
Fear Ryu · Sat Sep 23, 2006 @ 01:07pm · 3 Comments |
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