i realise that this is my 345th post. and that is quite a feat for me, considering that i hate blogging.
too much filterage
i dont want the world to see my cry, for as long as i lived i had died.
to much hate,stress,love that dont exist anymore.
for man enveloped in his own coat of selfishness
what'd you say?
heal the pain?
wht'd you say?
it's not important?
i long to see what the world really means to me
i long to hear the voices in my head i wanna hear
i hope and pray, that all those things i got to say
would be said, if not now
then it would be too late.