

Who I Am FinalHow the hell do I define this thing I call my identity? It’s always changing so it’s impossible to pin down just who the hell this person is staring back at me when I look in the mirror. Am I am who I am by the things I think? The things I do? If its by the things I think then I don’t even know where to begin. If it’s by the things I’ve done? Well then that’s a little easier. A junkie, a loyal friend, a drunk, a lover, a soldier, a punk, a confused teen who doesn’t know what the hell he wants, but most of all I’m a bastard. Before I was nine years old, the thought of who I am as a person never even crossed my mind, but then my father killed hWho I Am Final


Blondie - 3rd InstallmentIt had been a while since I’d been to Damian’s grave. Not really sure why that is. Damian was buried in a small corner at the back of the cemetery, the flowers on his grave brown with age. I guess I really haven’t been by recently.Blondie - 3rd Installment
I don’t really know why I’m here now. I guess I just felt like coming. There was a tree next to his grave, sunlight streaming through the leaves, shining down on Damian’s tombstone. I sat up against the side of the marker and rested my head against it. I closed my eyes and listened to the breeze and the sounds of August, remembering some of the shit Damian and I had gotten into over the summer w
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Whats the size of dem rimz on dat car nigga huhhh?!
thank you
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In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain...
Oh... please... Miss Lane...
Leave me with some pain
that's okay, maybe i'll see you over the weekend. do you have friday off?
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In a hovel of a bed
I will scream in vain...
Oh... please... Miss Lane...
Leave me with some pain
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