These are my friendsAll of my friends are above grace They’ll take your morals and slap you in the face I love them like you love your clean hair These are all my friends, I suggest you not stareThese are my friends
All of my friends are above grace If they were wrapped in a package it would be of silk and lace They respect those that don’t respect them Because they won’t climb in your tree with faulty limbs
All of my friends are above grace They are the few that know there place Don’t waste you time trying to make them yours Cause they are sold out at every store
Listen closely to the word
therapy by 4gedthere are deeper issues throughout the land yet I can't help be distraught about holding her hand my problems are petty, but still my head is heavy my distorted reality. not caring about society. let her go and see the real problem small hands making clothes for the rich yet I continue to bitch because I can't have a girl. hard working people not getting paid for there work yet centered around this female my thoughts do lurk. OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK PASSED HER NOW. SHE DID YOU WRONG BUT THERE ARE PROBLEMS FAR MORE FOUL. SCOUR THE GLOBE AND SEE WHAT YOU CAN FIND. CHILDRENtherapy by 4ged
In the end we ALL STARVEThis is a poem, more of a tale Of how every time I attempt it with her I fail. I’ll see her twice a week, before and after we rarely speak. My loneliness plagues me like bad credit. Every moment I can’t help but realize I am alone. So I open up to her, tell her all my lies. Things about my past, my drinking and getting high I think this helps, to be honest I can’t tell. She hasn’t spoken more than four sentences since I sent the mail.In the end we ALL STARVE
The day was approaching, time for me to not be alone. Those two days made life a little easier, a little more likeable. The day before my
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"Its too bad that whole families have to be torn apart by something as simple as wild dogs."
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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