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Butterflies and Broken Wings. :: Our lives begin to end, the day we become silent about things that matter ::

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Fucking excuses

First you said.
A couple of hours.
Then you said.
Half time.
Later you said.
After the game.

I hope you fucking die.
Honestly do.

You do not know the meaning of words spoken.
You speak, from your fucking ass like it's fart. And that's because that's where your brain is generally located.
When a person say something, they usually keep to it.
You.
You never do.

Till you can keep to your fucking word.

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