Social Commentary and Mental health Poetry, written by the broken.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
The Little Things: No Matter How... I
I'm coming after you my arrogant f(r)iend, Whose hollow gain point diseased means to no end desire our submission however fake, Oh belligerent claustrophobic simpleton witness! In earnest anticipation of, Chasing the cross tomorrow!
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