My name is Kiran,
I define nothing.
not beauty,
not patriotism,
not love,
not friendship,
not youth.
In the form of singularity and awkwardness..
I take each thing as it is,
without prior rules about what it should be.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Cracko Jacko! Down goes a teenge hoodlum
It's getting harder to be somebody. " Lord, raise me up, from the ground. I've been here too long, I said Lord, raise me up from the ground. I've been here way too long. Lord, won't you raise me up." Redemption, coming like a runaway truck.
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