I may not have a cliche life. My woes may be small for you. But only this bearer knows the pain. You may be point fingers and pass your judgements. But this man, right here , on the opposite side of your finger tip, is actually a more realistic judge. Your cliche perspective may feed your brain with motions. But his heart is trapped in between layers of thorns. You cannot be a true judge, as only he knows the pain.
Don't blame anybody, world. They're all puppets of their circumstances. Try to understand each one's circumstances. It will only make you thankful about your life. A life you may take for granted.
Behind the person being blamed, is his ugly destiny playing a game with his circumstances.
Like I always say. The road has already been laid. We're merely walking it.
Also, I think I love her. Well, this heart of mine. It runs away like a little puppy to any slight display of affection. I know it's fucking stupid. Maybe that's why it's my heart.
I won't think about the future. I always do. Every. Fuckin'. Second. Of. My. Life. But now, I won't. I'll enjoy this temporary relief.
I surrender to you, my ugly destiny. Here, I'm right here by your feet. Crying for sympathy. You give me my consolation prize and I'll wipe these tears and sport a smile.
Yep.
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Whatever that meant. I'll figure out later. It just came out.
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