His Circumstances

His Circumstances …

First off, the cupboard upstairs, is located in and antique wardrobe, shoved in a corner of the living room. with a lot of family history, behind it. there is a secret compartment, well, not really secret, but its kinda hidden. and i just put all my notes in it.

you can come to this page, to find most of the deep and intense poetry i write.

alright, im not going to write anything “poetic” things a lot as i’ve already mentioned before. but this is just another quick update of the site. i will try and update the best i can.

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stepping outside, walking around. things seem nice – and they are. as everyone else is complaining. trying to show the world how terrible their lives are. instead of trying to do things a good way, im not going to stand around and complain like you cowardice people.

maybe sure, i won’t get the dreams i want right away.but as it seems, ive got a way better chance than you. i’ve got friends family, memories, confidence, i’m going to get there… one step at a time.

sometimes i feel like ive running in circles all day long. im out of breath, but you see me still going strong. im going to get the place i want.. one day. i’m not going to walk away… im not running away… i’m standing right here, and wether i get slapped accross the face, i’ll get there.

so as people like you sit and complain about your problems. or people like you are will cry about your problems. people like me will forget, and keep going. and maybe later on, we’ll see who’ll get there first, by the looks of it, its for sure not you. but me.