some writing(listening to much team sleep)

Jun 26, 2006 17:11

I am so ready to leave this place,

And except the fate,

i wasn't meant for glory,

my words are falsified projectiles,

shooting and missing,

every shot i get,

the water is to deep,

the cold is to bitter to stand,

the sadness is to much to overcome,

welcome the becoming of a failure.
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