mobileCategory: poetry
06/17/07 03:31 - ID#39699
the vortex of you
My shell might be tough. My eyes may be vacant. But there is still a soul in here. Push me out the door on a lonely road. My hands and knees aren't wounded. But my veins still run with blood. I'm not a fucking super hero. I don't always know the answer. But I do what I think is right. I fight to protect the genuine. You call me a monster.
Will the weak. Feed the fire. Propagate the pitiful. Clap for the crazy.
Why can't you SEE???
Will the weak. Feed the fire. Propagate the pitiful. Clap for the crazy.
Why can't you SEE???
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