Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sensually crazed, causticly scarred folk always question the righteous. The isolation kills them for they don't understand what it is like to be free. Freedom is like poetry. It lets you see things that you didn't notice before. For them it's like a parent that wont leave you alone. Always begging and tapping you on the shoulder to do something you don't wish to do. Open up your mind and you'll see. 

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