This isn't the kind of life I live. This ghetto, the south side. This inaccurate symphony of sad cries. The fakers, the jokes and the bad life. I want the realists and trusty of the kind, the relation of the truth is the right way, not the faulty lies. I don't want you to dare, I don't want to hear your unworthy cries, musical lies. Listen to the silence of the tortured souls, living the true crazy mind where insanity is the reality they live in, and the truth had yet to be spoken. I love the crazy, passionate lovers, the ones deceiving you with beauty.
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The Partial Journal of Kona Firestar
AcakIn this I write my emotions. Journal entries, how my day went, my poetry (and maybe a few others). Some of you might notice song quotes intertwined with a few entries or poems. That is because some songs inspire me. So go ahead and read this. I'll p...
