I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
of all the things that outcries my tune
is the emblem of my singing rune
to dance in the flames so hot
bearing this shy type heart
but i know, its never going to happen
the crazy, madness, bursting zen
for the angels are at guard
those demons won't do no ward
ninety-six are those forgotten
grumpiness, when is the start?
is it through feelings that squirted?
or 'tis old age that vibrated?
~mAc
(i hope im not too blunt here. riddle me please. whatever you thought about it, keep it to yourself)
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