Fame Overpowers our minds... some who those has fame tend to ingore the helpless and the weak.. grasping a firey blanket over me... My Mind feels sorrow after the news of regret.. the sun raises for a new day, wishing i had the courage.. But seems to be down through my ki.ller ways of spoiled self.. Abandsion is buliding up in my vains.. trying to fight it, but feel so weak.. from the curse and pain to fight it of. Can't take it no more. I'm trying my best fight it. But my jeluisousy in my mind.
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26 Aug, 2014, 10:28 pm
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Fighting stress off, like a flunet flu . i'm on the verge of fighting off that stress..but can't.. then reached down in distrot.. only soruned by darkness.. the... figth... it... is... dead..
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