<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339198" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Life With A Rolled Up Dollar Bill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its just another moment. Its just another story. Its just another worry. The aggravation of knowing so much, and being so powerless. It creates a void that must be filled. So you lean back on bad habits. Take another pill. Crush cut and line em up. Rolling up another dollar. Bout the best damn use for it. If it wasn't illegal i would say burn it. I'm looking to be numb. I'm looking to be drunk. I'm looking to get f*cked up any way i can. I'm sometimes my worse enemy. They say practice what you preach. Such contradictions in words. its quite absurd. I scream stop me and no one comes. Careless whisper in the night. A constantly moving twilight. The lighting effects are dizzying. My head is spinning. I just want it all to stop. Off to never ever land they say. Some believe that it makes it okay. Well I'm here to say, the hell it does, the hell it was, the hell with the because. Reasons change with the season. And where i was for it, now I'm against it. Indecisiveness uncertainty brings nothing but misery. Skip all the pleasantries, and tell me what you are gonna do. You have no clue. But it doesnt involve me. Party with some fake coffettii to celebrate distant years to come. It was a good run, but im done, it lost its fun and flavor. And i feel if I'm staving off vultures. Each wants a little piece of me. But none will ever have it. As such i need the pills to remove all the pain. It hurts to say it but sometimes you should no better. Hate her, hate him, hate them all for what they stand for. A liar with such a pretty face. What a disgrace. Ohwell just f*ck it like any other day. I can only pray my persevernce wins in end till then the life i shall live will be good. Feel no pain. Give me the drugs, give me the pills. All for the thrills. All for something no longer real.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ace+Of+Black+Hearts">Ace Of Black Hearts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=339198" data-title="Life With A Rolled Up Dollar Bill de Ace Of Black Hearts" data-description="Its just another moment. Its just another story. Its just another worry. The aggravation of knowing so much, and being so powerless. It creates a void that must be filled. So you lean back on bad habits. Take another pill. Crush cut and line em up..."></div> </div> </div>

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