never bad at anything in particular
a jack of all trades is the term, at least i think so
dropping hearts
breaking names (and faces) like its my job
i bought a crystal ball and it was a waste of cash
looking into it i see only into the past
and amusingly enough the image is blurry and slightly out of focus
i am one of those kids your mother warned you about
im the kid who calls just as youre getting over him
people like me are the little notes with motives
i am the sloppy make-outs and their bad intentions
and its nothing new
i push it harder
it feels alot like being murdered and surviving
but its not all bad
honest
i just write when im not happy
its cathartic
its my poison
put myself out there
heart on my sleeve
building a thicker skin and a lesson worth learning
turn off the tv (and my brain)
thinking this hard hurts me soul
and i love it
wonder what color g_d is gonna paint the sky today?
-xoxo
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