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he said to me in a whispering dream
" some of us were born to lose"
i guess its true. someone has to be tad. but its me and i dont lose. in truth, what most perceive as weakness or a lazy mind is but another of my tools put to its use. i am nothing of what you see and you see nothing of what i am.
i, unlike most, reserve the best of me for me.i havent shared the spoils of all our wars, victorious, i secretly dispersed it all to charity. the street here is a hazardous place, especially for a fool, yet somehow, and, i might add, without help, i have risen to high degree.a name often spoken and never well. a face that seldom envokes a frown. im not hard, or cool, even here. what i am is me. i say this because having some senses hightened a bit
i note that many here would rather not have me about.
why i wonder? and why now. second, why they dont have the courage to speak?
rolled eyes and sighs, whispered curses.thats all i get from the same kids who call themselves, well, you know what you call yourselves, and how hard i laugh at that.i feel like rollins, everybody just talks shit but they still come to the show. what the hell is that? i dont even know what im talking about anymore.
" some of us were born to lose"
i guess its true. someone has to be tad. but its me and i dont lose. in truth, what most perceive as weakness or a lazy mind is but another of my tools put to its use. i am nothing of what you see and you see nothing of what i am.
i, unlike most, reserve the best of me for me.i havent shared the spoils of all our wars, victorious, i secretly dispersed it all to charity. the street here is a hazardous place, especially for a fool, yet somehow, and, i might add, without help, i have risen to high degree.a name often spoken and never well. a face that seldom envokes a frown. im not hard, or cool, even here. what i am is me. i say this because having some senses hightened a bit
i note that many here would rather not have me about.
why i wonder? and why now. second, why they dont have the courage to speak?
rolled eyes and sighs, whispered curses.thats all i get from the same kids who call themselves, well, you know what you call yourselves, and how hard i laugh at that.i feel like rollins, everybody just talks shit but they still come to the show. what the hell is that? i dont even know what im talking about anymore.