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Thoughts
Feeling stuck in the miry clay
What good is a pair of legs
If I can't walk away
(Can't walk away)
But if I stay here today
There is no hope for tommorow
What else is there left to do
But to spread my wings
And fly away
( And fly away)
Friday 27th January 2017 7:18 pm
Late night habits
Late night habits
late nights have me
Awake, I'm awake
In the middle of the night
Eating whatever I can get my hands on
Ice- cream, chocolate, hot dogs, hot sauce
Wiping tears from my cheeks
Are thee from joy or sorrow?
My life is bleak
So that's a rhetorical question
I'm the fat, four eyes, bow legged geek
In short, I'm freak
Get picked on everyday of th...
Tuesday 10th January 2017 5:22 pm
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