Some hide the evidence under their shirt, some where it in their pockets, and some in their purse.
But I can't hide it. It's everywhere and everything. All the aspects of my life show it and it makes me sick. I have no shirt big enough, or pockets deep enough, or a purse big enough. So whisk me away you whimsical wind. Because no long can i stay. oh no. So good night and so long.
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Splatta on the windsheild
~So, here we are. Can you believe we are actually here? Now? In this time frame, using these words, and loving every second of it? Nah, neither could I. But I miss you. Miss you as you hate me. Miss you as you scream at me. I'm not desperate.
~Those blessed with the power of words should not use it lightly. Be the change. Over analyze ever word that us uttered, muttered, screamed, whispered, and so on. To be true is something worth fighting for.
~Those blessed with the power of words should not use it lightly. Be the change. Over analyze ever word that us uttered, muttered, screamed, whispered, and so on. To be true is something worth fighting for.