Cynical

So, wrapped within the cloud of illness,

I sat,

Smoldering in hatred

About the closed-minded cretins of this world.

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Added on March 31, 2014
Last Updated on March 31, 2014

i write my story, all i know of it.. and i throw the pages to the wind. maybe the birds can read it. more..

Antique Lament

Desperation

Dear Soulmate