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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

WHAT REALLY DISTORT ME?

The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
It’s hard.
I need to make some big changes to my lives.
I need to find a better place to live.
The economy is going down the tubes.
Life is only going to get harder and harder.
There aren’t many places where I can cut more corners.
The shape of my lives is getting uglier.
I’m just discouraged and upset.
I'm tired of trying.
Fed up of biding my time,
when i dont get nothing back.
A double punching hard and laughing at my smile.
Got no time to be on the run.
I'm so tired, so tired.
Sick and tired of it all.
I'm a victim of myself.
The hate remains, the hurting still exists.
Burning like a candle.
Feels like living in the cradle.

Labels: Passage

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