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by Bradley Peter Oct 26, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
I'm surrounded by fools people with no mind working with worn out tools these fools are blind how can they be so stupid love is a load of lies to believe in the being Cupid who hides in the skies i can't stand this place I'm on my very last nerve they spit in my face but not get what they deserve this world's in rewind I'm just looking for the stop why am i behind when i should be on top