Trapped
Like a cave witch colapsed
or a slave in the trash
breakin his back
to get through...
It's proved; over and over again
that boarders bring morders...
witch hoarders sort through again...
Who am i?
just a studpid guy
with useless time
i'm spiritually bruised inside...
and trapped.....
Like someone who lost there lif savings in craps...
or a wemon with no ovaries due to crabs..
relax...
we all trapped!
Copyright © Reza Dilmaghanian | Year Posted 2012
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