Each Sunday evening brings nothing but heartache. Why am I even here?
I watch the clock hoping for time to stop, sometimes wanting to turn back time. Give me back my freedom or tell me a different reason to push on.
Just a phase in life that everyone goes through, no logic, no questions and somehow they claim we're here to think, to lead.
Give me some eggs and I'll throw them in your face.
Chee bye orang utan.
[ Mosh the Toemato ] 7:05:00 PM
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