Sunday 7 June 2009 photo 1/1
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Why must I exist? When comes the pleasant twist? Is all that I do pointless, in this, justice's abscence? Twisted words to his play, tipped the scale, ruined my day. This little brat is nothing more than a prat. Doing all to get his way. Should I feel sorry for this simpleton, this neanderthal who thinks he'll win? Or should I continue observing, neither acting nor ignoring just conserving? I search long to find, my reason for being blind. My conclusion is I'm too kind, and get nothing.
Annons