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Sit and listen. you'll hear it soon. its agony its boredum, its life.
Sit and listen. Dont they have n e thing better to talk about. all i hear is roomers and gossip.THeir stupied lives.Their stupied memories. their stupied problems.
AT that moment i turned out of the crowded coffee shop and headed for the street.
My hair still smelled from the dye, i touched it looking into the strands of black and saw my arm. Tattoos all up and down it, notes memories, all the same in the end. a memory. Sometimes i just wished i could forget and move on. yr brains tricky like that. it refuses to forget. i pulled my hand down to look to my bike, my kawasaki ninja..the only thing that mattered to me. It seemed going 110 down the freeway choked back some memories to focus on my adrenaline pumping through my slit veins. what a rush. thinking about this brought a slight smile to my face that brought me closer to my baby, my motorcycle...
Sit and listen. Dont they have n e thing better to talk about. all i hear is roomers and gossip.THeir stupied lives.Their stupied memories. their stupied problems.
AT that moment i turned out of the crowded coffee shop and headed for the street.
My hair still smelled from the dye, i touched it looking into the strands of black and saw my arm. Tattoos all up and down it, notes memories, all the same in the end. a memory. Sometimes i just wished i could forget and move on. yr brains tricky like that. it refuses to forget. i pulled my hand down to look to my bike, my kawasaki ninja..the only thing that mattered to me. It seemed going 110 down the freeway choked back some memories to focus on my adrenaline pumping through my slit veins. what a rush. thinking about this brought a slight smile to my face that brought me closer to my baby, my motorcycle...