What do u do with a bag of bricks on ur back, that appear to stack and stack till they bust out the sack, causin the weight to make them crumble down to dust and rubble, crushing your soul till ur too humble to mumble. Subtle words, that are needed to feed the hearts of people that make you bleed. Breathless, chokin on weed, tryin to catch a wind of peace they steal with their emotional greed. Please believe me, this life is fleeting, so if you see me relieve me, get off my back if only briefly. Before im covered and buried, and all you have is a lost sad memory.
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 15:41:07 +0000
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