As I sit around sometimes crying
I think of all the ways I could be dying
This life is nothing but bullshit
I just want to take it all and bury it
I'm tired of going through all this shit again
There is no fucking positive in the end
I cannot put the blame onto anyone
For it is me I can thank for what is done
To walk through life always being persuaded
It was I who allowed others to change me
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Ramblings of a Stranger
RandomA collection of my views and observations, and some ramblings, nightmares or dreams. Thought provoking, or boring, all is a product of my brain.
