and it has been another one hell of a year goes by.
i hav worn the seasons under my sleeves, on my thighs, runnin down my cheeks, countlessly. there r time i feel like givin up, i really do gav up. but then i knw if i turn my back, i am defenseless - and go to blindly seems senseless. and if i hide my ego, my pride and let it all go on - it'll take from me till everythg's gone.
but i gez dis is wat surviving looks like, aye?