Giving Up
giving up seems like, the easiest thing, when you have nothing to feel, and you fell into your ring, you do not care for cars, and you do not care for bling, everybody puts you down, but you know you are a king. your family are the only ones, who wants to give you ping, people treat you dirty, like its poo that you do fling, everybody breaks your arms, now your stuck inside a sling, you used to want to soar, now your gliding with one wing.
Copyright © Maxwell Collier | Year Posted 2013
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