Thinking
I’m stuck, can’t move,
But I always seem to go back,
Sobriety conceives me.
Because of a balloon of black,
I ran, got stuck,
Now there’s no turning back.
Seems as if these ways,
Have taken over,
Now just give ‘em back.
Why can’t I just be me?
What do they want?
Friday, March 19, 2010
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7 comments:
i feel the same just not like that
man that suks geting loked up for some thing like that i bet i'll get alot of time if that were me.
that sucks man
that sucks man
thats sucks. good poem tho
just be who you are ..and dont care what others say
ha ha this is really good jake good job
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