My Mountain-Top
My Mountain-Top; My everything.
As I walk and talk my way up the mountian top, I shed one last tear.
As it falls, I see it isnt exactly clear.
This was my life, this was my purpose?! Pretty lame if you ask me.
But you didn't so I'll contiinue.
Thinking of "HER"! But talking to him, and fucking her.
To do is what is unknown. Lost, for this is the reason I am on my mountain-top.
...Thursday 11th June 2015 1:47 pm
matrix
Sittin in my room, this! this heartfelt. room full of doom.
Out of this world. Shroom. ……. Pause.
Dope, coke, broke, choke, toke. this is my life.nothing but a joke.
World revolved around making doe. Public doesn’t know.
Influenced by the tube. 24 years old and feeling like a noob.
To Love.
Love.
Think about that, All your soul wants is to be loved.
The feeling you get...
Tuesday 19th May 2015 3:50 am
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