The Twisted Roads To My Madness
Weather born visage, accumulation of the stars themselves, without the darkness, within the wind, plagued by suffocation of the ones of self, wishful intentions, wrapped in a fist, fornicated lies, twisted with political correctness that disallowed my sympathy to be passed on correctly, so flow, go, and grow into you, for you cannot be me…
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