2.12.04

im so used to putting up a fasle front that im getting numb
once im shut out from the crowd, my face is creased
dont bother to iron it, it wont work
the lines will stay
my only strength is from salty
knowing the fact that he will always be there for me, troubles seem to be gone instantly
im having strong ambivalence in everything
no matter how much i try, it wont do justice to myself
i cant reveal the hole in my armour
let them see it and they will aim straight for it
the route lies ahead of me is intricate and i cant grasp

its unbelievably riddiculous
we laid the path this way
im clueless on my supposedly faults
perhaps you would like to pen me a detailed nasty report?



Stones thrown at 9:06 PM



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