Sometimes Its hard to be me if people looked with there eyes they probably would see iv got many things just to think about and people wonder why I’m stressing out when they don’t care what its about they expect me just to tell so when they ask me I tell them nout. 


I grab my pen and paper and escape this , music is everything to me cleans up the mess but what comes out of me isn’t my best you tell me to take a rest don’t tell me what to do your not the one that’s fucking stressed. 



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