Train of Thoughts

Saturday, October 18, 2003

Plague.

Tormented with rules of your liking
With the darkness of compulsion
I bite my tongue for being nice
I bite my nails for being depress

Wrapped up with coercion of oppression
I smoke for more damage
Seeking for solitude and peace
Hoping to find myself

Please understand me.

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