my life is like a piece of paper
slightly un-colourful and torn in half
not excatly torn but about to be torn
clinging on to the final bit of it
not everything goes as plan...
sometimes we face setbacks but (hopefully )
not to many
i mean continously
amongst the gloom-ist
sky there's always light?
the psp sucks
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