How I Feel
Im disgusted to my sickest illness of judgemental, criticizer that plot my situation's that mode everything i sculpt and cannot stay nuetural in the there zones point fingers to blame yourself in a decision thats not made right to there satisfaction which may not be granauteed which there's a false situation that dont make since or just still like and paraplegics. But as i move to be grounded to move forward as i play in an formation of since ability to maintain my process and knowing my faults of my doings but to prejudge my conception of my life ratification but to ratify all the madness that happened upon me overall as i careless what people may solidify or cruel intention on my inflictions that cant chance what i say nor what i think but people love to critics in critical standpoints that doesn't have a point or appointed judgement to as i judge and bang the gavel to maintain my decision in how i may direct my action thats scene's in a movie that i direct and co- write so vivid in my views...
Copyright © Robert Lawson | Year Posted 2016
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