Call me crazy because I don't want to be blind. I live life to my fullest and the best of my kind. And if the world disapproves, then I'll be fine. Because even though our differences are hard to guide, we still choose to continue on our lasting stride. I might be insane but at least I still tried. I will forever walk this endless path, even though the scenery is made of wrath, because this time, for real I'm focused on myself. Don't get it twisted, this world is full of fools, who walk and talk and mumble for "cools", but I'm not the one, never will i conform to rules. I stand tall, brave and witty, above these clouds that fog this city. Hollowed souls and cages of pity. These men are weak and these lives are sickening. For one pattern is all that brings down the army. Walls of glass that break to easily. And the sadness continues because they're all to busy. While I take a deep breath you hold yours. Conserving the oxygen that there once was more. But what follows in your footsteps is filth and muck galore. So I'll say this once, and I won't repeat. I do things my way, so I can stay on my feet. So unless I ask your opinion. Stay the fuck. away. from. me.
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Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
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