Saturday, July 3, 2010

Rebel to Poet

She's bad and everybody likes this girl I never knew and I want to meet her. Pick her brain to see what she's thinking to see if she's really what they all say, if she really can walk the walk and talk the talk and to see how down she really is. Because see, I was never like her but always wanted to be and I'm fighting two sides of myself of who I am and who I want to be, but I wont let myself believe so I try to drink out the bottle and smoke like a man but only choke on the white clouds that are my only way out from being a rebel to a poet.

Not that great I know, but it's what I'm feeling!

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