You say,
be not you,
but I cannot;
for all that I
could feel,
or think,
or write,
or do,
or be,
has.
Including
these words,
and this thought.
It's hard to be different
when you were never
original.
13.11.07
Labels: Thoughts in Flow
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3 comments:
merci.
Like you cant lose what you never had, and the likes.
Ibidi ibidi ibidi... That last sentence seems to be an if-then tautology.
I am a compleat boor.
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