Thursday, 30 July 2015

I Wish I Could Sing A Different Song

I could never be a writer. I've no eye for detail. I walk through graveyards and all I see is death. I'm oblivious to all the life right above my head. I probably couldn't name the tree sheltering me or the birds serenading me. Education was a waste on me. All it taught me was that pain follows you around every day.

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