The contents of this package cannot expire; they are wrapped in the very mud that hold my ancestors. Anchored deep into this....this. If you cannot understand [this] then you must move forward on.
Sick of controling it all....for once I would like to be the puppet hanging by it's strings.
I want to be free too though......I want to be me but be comforted in my blanket.
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- Kita's mind
- The drums beat behind me. I am alone like most people - even though I live with many. You will never understand how easy it is to disengage myself from meaningless people.
1 comment:
d puppet...believe me thats not whr u wud wanna b...b4 u kno d strings will tie arnd ur neck n suffocate u...n then u'll b forgotten n thrown away in some corner of a dark room
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