viernes, 30 de noviembre de 2007

Pack up my mind

Can´t can´t stop feeling
so weard.
Feel ackwards,
feel like you don´t belong.
Like is wrong,
like is unusual,
dirty, stinking.
So out of tune,
like a tuna,
like static on the radio.
I just want to stop feeling like a
glass of sand.
I just want to stop
stop feeling like a
balloon filled up with
honey and nails.
I´m a can with stones inside my chest.
Bling bling bling.

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