Open Poetry #4 |
struggle on |
seesage New Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2 |
sh*t tried to knock me down strugglin I regained my crown sole control of this soul The lone story retold Damn sh*t was cold but I refused to fold unlike the others my fake brothers it was just a price to destroy our own paradise men turned mice sh*t was crazy in the dark concepts were hazy lost lookin for the root/route decisions were hard to make thoughts I had to constituite lying admiring the loot realized I was dieing the struggle continues on now the sh*t just different Struggle On. [This message has been edited by seesage (edited 12-16-1999).] |
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Seaangel Member
since 1999-07-27
Posts 167Auckland, New Zealand |
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