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.
Tuesday 19th May 2015 3:50 am
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