Black Sheep And White Clouds
You're a steady stream of bad choices waiting to happen.
The eye of the storm, or the calm before it?
What's the difference?
It's going to ruin you anyway.
You're a constant trickle of water, wanting to make noise but too scared to do it.
Because you're a puppet controlled by strings.
Water controlled by the trap.
I wish my life was like a game show where you press the buzzer and you're...
Wednesday 19th May 2021 3:40 pm
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