Decisions
Spoilt for choice the indicisive one had empty hands.
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26 year old baker relieving some of the excess thoughts that spill from my already tortured inner monologue
Spoilt for choice the indicisive one had empty hands.
Realising now The structure was not As it should stand.
The problem with the cold is It isn't hot enough.
I invented time travel tomorrow.
There have been times within my life When all I saw was black, And every conversation Seemed more like an attack.
One man's madness can madden many, and many men can make mayhem for more, but my mischief will make the mightiest minds melt..
I shot my load and paid the bill, Now I have V.D.