Friday, February 25, 2011

Unt. 18

It's the death of a heart and a start of a stretch, not to many parts can be easily kept.. I'm talkin', past regrets and a whole lot of frets, when the girl you're with is not even impressed.. I say, fvck it, down goes the motto.. It takes a bitch to meet a dick, watch how you wallow.. I've been multiple heart broken and got multiple tomorrows, the choice is clear, art spoken and there are no.. No fallin' again, as far as I know.. I'm down though, up on my game to get passed grounds, yo.. Terms, ya dig, lay 'em out touch base even if it's profound.. Oh.. well, hell.. Sh!t

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