Pray with me while u drown.
No one is a clown.
Life is a missery of pain.
But choice is a decision of change.
We all deserve a chance.
To fight our rights of time.
Let's walk through it.
Through the distance of might.
U dieing slowly.
Slowly like a tortoise in a valley.
Your valley of lust and fun.
It's beginning to turn back to u with thorns
I'm sorry for not being there.
To show u that I care.
Maybe not the best.
But well the least.
Hold On now while I plead.
Cuz tommorrow might be my last plea.
13/01/16.
Fabson
Fabricks Arrey
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