This composition was wrote on my iPod, after discussing how trivial life is with my Spanish professor and walking to lunch with Erik. I hope you find this an enlightening composition. -A
"Hit me with your Lexus, you son of a bitch. You scream and shout at me with a steering wheel in one hand, a Blackberry in another. Do you not understand how temporary life truly is? To love these things that you hold so highly in importance gives you nothing.
Do you dream to love something else with a palpitating heart besides your own, or would that hurt too much? The sick realization that your deep fear of loneliness is really true?
So hit me with your Lexus. I will die knowing the things you will never."
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