Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Wednesday 23 January 2013
Hate
Sometimes you just want hate to consume you. So much so, you
wait for someone to wrong you. Pure white like fresh milk, that’s no way to
describe hate, but it washes over you, until you and its shade are one.
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In times like these, I tend to avoid people. Headphones on, legs taking me where Google Maps cant find.
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