I've been as juvenile as usual in 10 mins
I've been as juvenile as usual, it's 12 22 and I've been working at my own curfew.
there were once a pair of blue suede shoe, our souls are warn because we only walk our own mile.
i say that we share the same scares but that might not be that far from the start.
I've worked hours upon days to bring you the sweetest smells from a verity of bu cay's.
but i feel as though, the life that is lived in waiting, i regret the time i traded working, selling my valuable time. it's the essence of my blood worth... my life. it's the rings clear in a bell jar, that we are loosing a battle because our end is always inevitable. so why should i live. the idea is to exist. lost and rooted in the deep seeded negligence. some were along the lines we've forgotten how to build. there once was a time i can only imagining existing, were your measure was your wit, but the age of selling. but i can go on and on, these thought are indeed quite taxing. but i'll leave it be to be known another day.
I've been as juvenile as usual and i have 2 mins left on this writing exercise i bend knees to get nods from the on lookers and peaceful shakers we tremble next to the.... oh fuck this.
there were once a pair of blue suede shoe, our souls are warn because we only walk our own mile.
i say that we share the same scares but that might not be that far from the start.
I've worked hours upon days to bring you the sweetest smells from a verity of bu cay's.
but i feel as though, the life that is lived in waiting, i regret the time i traded working, selling my valuable time. it's the essence of my blood worth... my life. it's the rings clear in a bell jar, that we are loosing a battle because our end is always inevitable. so why should i live. the idea is to exist. lost and rooted in the deep seeded negligence. some were along the lines we've forgotten how to build. there once was a time i can only imagining existing, were your measure was your wit, but the age of selling. but i can go on and on, these thought are indeed quite taxing. but i'll leave it be to be known another day.
I've been as juvenile as usual and i have 2 mins left on this writing exercise i bend knees to get nods from the on lookers and peaceful shakers we tremble next to the.... oh fuck this.