Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Deep Puddles

I hung up,
You're holding.
I'm sorry.

I would have
Given you all
My sh!t, just
To ensure that
You would stay
And pretend to
Give a damn.

I'm forever glad
That my life
Progressed to the
Next level, and
Yours is stuck
In the same
Deep puddles.

I'm inserting a
Giggle right here.



November 10, 2005
Suge


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