so let me explain.........
she buries herself under these materials.
just causee theres pain insidee you , doesnt mean the outside world should kno.
but shh. our little secret.
"open up your hearts people, page one, chapter one, verse muthafuckin one "
damn, sometimes i wish i could live in the 1920's.
where they had speakeasies & listen to jazz music.
where liquor was illegal and girls would dress likee flappers wit their beautiful pin curls and loud dresses with long cigarettes and still be classy.
- what is there to live for?
in our generation; nothing.
where theres; war, poverty, no unity, no trust , no helping hand.
where you cant even be different, cause your a product of your environment..
in a place where you'll be called and outkast , if you stand out a little.
a place where you have no choice but to be angry.
a place where theres no - love.
well if theres no place like home.
i dont wanna live here ; in this generation to be exact.
do you roger me?
TOODLES :)
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