the craftsman
the rich man
love
money
rich
poor
happy
sad
full
empty
he counts his blessings
he ponders all alone
i have nothing left to need
there was nothing else to want
i have company
i have money, money, money.
days are never empty
days are half full
maybe we might starve
maybe i'll find one
yet we'll do it together
yet she might never come
together, forever
alone, wherever
we care
who cares?
one.
one
only what it's meant to beLabels: love
10:14 PM
My Destiny
Fish o' drugs
NYPS --> ACS(Independent)
25 June
optimist801@hotmail.com
Loves:
Sailing.
Debating.
Friends.
Drugs.
Boys.
Girls.
Music.
Certain someone.
Hates:
Stupid little kids
Insecurity
That when she jumped for joy..
She got stuck.
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Wishlist
It suggests a Gucci sweater and i realise i want one too : )
Lalala~
