Oh shit son..
give me a noose to hang my thoughts with..give me a machete to chop my mind with..give me brass knuckles to punch my head with..give me a knife to cut my veins with..give me a gun to shoot a hole with...give me joy to be responsible with..I am happy I cant write shit..when I am sad I own all of this..fatigue circulates me as i still feel my lungs weaker than a wet paper bag..whats the point of this half mass flag?? a nation undergoes a tragedy and everyone feels it for months..a country continues to get murdered and we are worried about how we look..the clothes we wear..the style of our hair..the tragedies we overcome..never let down..always remembered..its their fault.."they hate us"..I pray this life will be good to me..if not I have some other needs..This Pride had died..this dominance is secluded..this repetitiveness is continuous..and this shadyness is lonliness..I have someone to care about, someone to help me out..someone who might not understand what I would do for them..the feelings we share..the lovely smell of her hair..its so essential the essence pollutes the air..
***Tonight = Champion/Comeback Kid
***Tonight = Champion/Comeback Kid