Iniquitousness
I know I get mad
But most of all really sad
You write of all my mistakes
While you’re in a happy place
Then you don’t understand
You can’t comprehend
Why I don’t want to comment
It’s always about you
Even when it’s not
So stop running and admit your iniquitousness
by
dstalkposted on 09/16/2009
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