when you rest you head on your withered pillow and lay yourself self on your broken couch you will be unaware....you are desperate to ease your pain, i apologize was i supposed to sympathize? i offered my shoulder but you are lost in your introvereted ways, your ritual intoxication impairs you, you know not what you say nor of what you mean, and for this i am truly sorry, i offered you my hand and you tucked you tail between your legs and ran, ran ...just like the scared little boy that you are...i can't imagine how that feels, yet you make no moves. you lie dormant, waiting for a miracle. and i came during your period of latentcey but you consumed yourself with fear...i would not burn you, i am not the others, only you can burn yourself...only you can burn yourself., there goes your miracle i have retired from my days of rescuing...
twizz:
look dude...its not my fault..when the street lights come on..i have to go home..or my mom will ground me...