Wednesday, August 28, 2013
I hear some good friends scream let me out.
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Shoot me I'm the messenger. I want to get out but the outside world is worse than where I am. I want to leap but I have no idea where I will land. Too much talking, thinking and feeling. I just want to rest. Kill the world that might be best. Life like parole puts me to the test.
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