Troubles.... In a life void of purpose, Ive found the Way. In a blurred and unclear time, Ive found my place. Its not among the many. Not among the few. I find myself akin to the worst. Blowing my life out of the barrel of a thirty ought six. Nothing more meaningful. Here lies the memory of what? The trespasser. The rube. The liar. Giving all he could for a chance at a chance. You know how this story ends. With blood. And unprecedented beauty.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 00:19:24 +0000
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