That's what it fucking feels like. I aint got no problem, with girls out in harlem but I can't stand a fuckin asian girl...
Too much. I guess that's what it is. Too much. And its always been that way, I've just been too blind to see it.
So tell me why im having dreams about my past. Why do I keep thinking about that word. Maybe Charles Hamilton was onto something with that whole Frustration bit... maybe my mirrors reflection is the other side of me...maybe somethin that I've always been told wasn't the answer really is the answer...
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