bad influence
July 1, 2014
Your convenient, tolerable but why destroy myself for a moment's comfort I'm sorrowful, the choices the voices the noises are a thing of the past time flies by and a decade will flash the people will laugh some hoping I crash few hoping that I'll complete my task most will trip me in this race so that'll come last no love lost because my love's different my love's close in distance coastal drifting soulful mission hope you'll listen and read between the doleful tension
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