A Wicked Place

thejohnnygrr

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Distastful misery stains all that burdens upon my thoughts,
Coarse words venture over smooth surfaces,
once raged with naivety
Youthfullness turns into uselessness,
Idleness to passionless inquiring of someone you care not to know...
be weary not to light this fuse, for there are few who are able to handle the beasts that lie within


.:JohnnyGrr:.
 
Wow Man.....That's deep. LOVE IT !!!!!
 
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