Category : Diary/Journal

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I find myself always going out on the porch at night. Sitting there atop some stairs. Smoking my cigarettes and starring through the limbs of the tree towards the stars. I close my eyes and try so hard to let all the good flow through, but all I get are slivers of shards. The bad outweighs the good, I never really understood the fact I never leaped or took charge until I finally realized they all started to run. I said my words too late. There's no more excuses. I hold the blames. I'm not looking for fame anymore. Only trying to get most of these thoughts outta my brain.