rockthesuit

The morning seems numb, cold as it be.
I fail to make believe, what others may see.
I let the chill of a thousand pills run down the throat of I
and now we wait for the morning to pass
so eternally I rest somewhere amognst the grass.

The morning sun tests my skin, kicking me until I begin.
I lessen the grip on the...
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A day is a continous motion that never ends.
Brave the world must be to live a day one year at a time.
Can we save our selfishness for the hours we endure?


-David white