High On Life
Something etching and scratching at my skin No clue to what the fuck it was, Something is always badgering me Just like every other time I shrug it off Ignoring the
09/29/2012
Poetry
By: Anonymous
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In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
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