a river,flowing,moving place to place, Sometime; i sit,i think my life is like a brook, moving reaching for it’s final destination.but there is alway’s some rock,sand pile or log to change my destiny.i do not notice these obstacle’s till it’s too feel’s now when i look at my life,i seem to see nothing.i have changed,in a place in my mind i thought i would never be. i live it ,body and soul,tell me all yourbullshit how you care,are you here?burn me when i go and  there wlll be no more lies!!!         I WILL STILL BE WHO I AM!


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