Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calulate what creates this madness
The urges are getting stronger
Grasping my defense is harder
I need to get away
To keep this at bay
All this sadness
Is fueling my madness
Ill just grab the knife
And settle this strife
One day I'll just let loose
And tighten the noose
Day by day it gets worse
Closer comes my hearse
~Breezy
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- I am a weird and wacko person and if you're anything but normal we'll get along great
4 comments:
This type of poem so betrays your usual personality, Breez. What up wit' dat?
Little's right breez. you're usually so bright and bouncy all the time. What's up???
this is the me i keep hidden, the one i don't want other people to see or know about. I hide this side of me with my cute and bouncy one...
We all have our dark sides, keep this one locked away Breezy
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