the 411
My mind is not its own.
I waste away my hours
In an empty empty home.
Music fills my lungs
As the smoke fills my heart
Theres a sour taste on my tongue
As I patiently wait for life to start.
Rhyming gives no reason
Theres no reason to my rhyme
Just an act of treason
Im running out of time.
My riddle has no purpose
The life I live has no end
You only see what is on the surface
My will, will never bend.
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I will give you credit!!
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
I KNOW MY CAPSLOCK BUTTON IS BROKEN, THAT'S WHY I AM USING SHIFT - MANUAL CONTROL FOR COOL!!
Lol, I love ya hon ^_^ *muahz*
I've tried to txt you a few times but you havn't answered back.
So if you're avoiding me?
Dont reply back to this lol.
Cause that'd be awkward.
^_^