Me

January 27, 2014

Some people say I'm too nice

others say that I'm an ass,

if I fall I will get back up

rather alone with my shadow

or with the people who truly care,

in the end I will never hold a grudge

that's just not the kind of guy I am

but I will always have a smile even when I die..

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