StaticA Poem by Jaspar
How many times do I think about it?
Revenge, put your face down Does it even matter anymore? I wish you nothing but the worst. An empty fake a lost cause Enlightenment don't belong to you. Transparent, hollow, phony through and through. A plastic empty shallow person. In time I'll be better off. I'll burn the leech and cauterize and cut my f*****g loss... ...The wound will eventually heal. -Jaspar © 2015 JasparReviews
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