these words that seem to spin around and break the barriers of reality nothing is fake nor can exist when the words come you mite want to wear a coat with words as cold as Glaciers & actions more tense and Flammable then gasoline enough to make your ears bleed when the Harshness of it all hits you like a bricc wall god I've fallen so deep into my sin that if i dropped on to my knees my body would chatter into pieces that's just how broken up i am with nobody to picc up the pieces of the a soul Misunderstood highly doubt it Underestimated it's a Possibility there are way to many things that i fear cold part about all of is it's already been brought to my reality facts vs truth dreams vs nightmares none of this matter grow the fucc shantin dornell Dunbar cain!!! GROW THE FUCC UP!!!