Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Glass on the gravel
I remember the glass on
The gravel and the
Pains I went to, to
Avoid stepping on it and
Landed myself in a deeper
Turmoil, one in which
My soul screamed and my
Heart broke and all that
Was left of me aside from
Tears was a shell of who I had been.
Once the pieces had been swept away,
I often wondered what garbage can
My pieces would be thrown away in...
May 15, 2007
Suge
The gravel and the
Pains I went to, to
Avoid stepping on it and
Landed myself in a deeper
Turmoil, one in which
My soul screamed and my
Heart broke and all that
Was left of me aside from
Tears was a shell of who I had been.
Once the pieces had been swept away,
I often wondered what garbage can
My pieces would be thrown away in...
May 15, 2007
Suge
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Glass on the gravel
Glass on the gravel
