Sunday, May 17, 2009

Crazy

Crazy is,what crazy does,like Forrest Gump,I wait for the bus-whatever my number,I cannot see,just how harsh the world is,looking at me. Critisizing,not sympatizing,catorgorizing,so hypnatizing. What can I do,can I finially be-the perfect ideal of what it is to be free?...*Charlie*
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