charlie
kynanI can’t describe, explain My words are rendered useless as I glance in your direction And I sit in my suburban jail And our three hours of distance, Our 500 miles of desperation Nag at me as much as the next phone bill And the fifteen dollars and a useless resume Are all to show for this spectaclekynan
Those I’d not heard from since leaving their comfortable lives Act as judges and executioners Ignoring the hypocrisy in their words They’re watching Beady eyes seeing only the vaguest outlines The cloudy, undeveloped Polaroid Discarding the clea
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life is a ride. you can either scream and be afraid, or let go and enjoy it.
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The difference between me and a madman is that I am no man.
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