Wednesday, April 6, 2011


for every up theres a down one minute youre sitting on top of the world and the next youre inside of hell it's not meant to rhyme its just the way it comes out theres a million thoughts racing through your head when will it stop maybe when im dead...he said i see my self in him maybe not as good looking or intellectual but i know hes going through what im going through and everyone thinks life is just good the next days paper reads young man dead after killing spree im sad it wasnt me he had it in him and i didnt theres always next time i guess im falling asleep as i type this my mind is tired and my body is drained its exhausting being insane

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