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Dec 13, 2008
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Confiteor II { I Confess }
Confiteor II [I Confess] Looking for bliss in all the wrong p lacesToo many strange facesGive away bits and pieces of meNo gain in this marketFortune’s miseryOn a journey running awaySaw my future seven years agoIn another's painSo much for heredity.Wonder if I lost my soulOne day at timeGo with the flowWords only good for this rhymeHeart grown hardSoul coldNo time leftMust let it be
Till the end of this Cosmic Foolery
Till the end of this Cosmic Foolery
— Geremia, Dec 13, 2008
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Arrow
17 years 5 months ago
I feel it, yet I don't.
Geremia
17 years 5 months ago
Confiteor