The Vain

May 26, 2012
      Bricks in flames and no one to blame. For my friends have enemies and my enemies have friends. Will the cycle never end? For this is a battle without humanity and a battle with fiends. For some ideas will not expand them, it will shrink them until they have no friends. I hate this cracked road that bends. For life is the pace and friends are a brace for me controlled by others actions. Few actions I can do to nullify and destroy their actions. Sometimes I feel like bus on a rope with little hope. I hope not to fuss but I don't my inner voice to shush. For I am in the tangle of a strangle bush.





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