Tuesday, April 28, 2015

the grass.

u din walk up the stairs when u were a child. neither when u were goin up. u skipped em, two at a time. and ur mother will scream shyte out loud. yet, ur smiling. u din go around the garden. who wld back then? u went str8 thru. u ran str8 thru, instead. u din avoid walls and fences. its boring to jst stand and watch em tall. thus u hopped over em.

now u grow up. and thgs r changed.

do knw dat life is short. too short not to walk on the grass.


its a lunch time. i need a break. a real one. dun forget to hav urs, peeps!

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