OLA CHICAS
Yes, like One Republic. The Mills Way. HAHA.
And then tell me, what are secrets without backstabbing and a pretty good act?
It is undeniable that the world is full of secrets. In fact, if it were water, the movie 2012 is a shitty fake way to describe it. They're like little aliens getting into your ears, moving up to your brain and destroying a belief, thus creating doubt.
You start to eye them every time they say something and you think that they're talking about you. You start to go crazy thinking whatever they said was even true. When people hate, there are 2 types: the one that shows hate and the one that conceals it in a smile. Pick whichever one best suits you.
In a school, there's about a Kamillion secrets, narrow it to levels, narrow it to classes, narrow it to departments, per square feet, per centimeter, per tile, per whatever. So when we hear things, is it the truth or just what we wanted to hear?
Generally speaking, out of all students in a class, come on and tell me, how well do you know everyone to know if they talk behind you? Or diss in front of you without knowing that you're the subject? How well do you know your system that builds you?
Knowing them can be harmful and you start to see things, almost like you're hallucinating. Like you're high on weed or something. You see the crack and then you see the gap. Next thing you know, you're the first to realize that silence is observed and when you ask them, they go nuts trying to figure out who told you. That's secrets and doubt. And curiosity.
For sure, someone must have bitched about me. I mean, I'm sure of that. Another thing I'm sure of is the stories they tell behind you. Damn what a cracker.
Did I wake you up? Look and see it the way you wanna see it.
OOH, credits for 3 posts in a row! :)
Yes, like One Republic. The Mills Way. HAHA.
And then tell me, what are secrets without backstabbing and a pretty good act?
It is undeniable that the world is full of secrets. In fact, if it were water, the movie 2012 is a shitty fake way to describe it. They're like little aliens getting into your ears, moving up to your brain and destroying a belief, thus creating doubt.
You start to eye them every time they say something and you think that they're talking about you. You start to go crazy thinking whatever they said was even true. When people hate, there are 2 types: the one that shows hate and the one that conceals it in a smile. Pick whichever one best suits you.
In a school, there's about a Kamillion secrets, narrow it to levels, narrow it to classes, narrow it to departments, per square feet, per centimeter, per tile, per whatever. So when we hear things, is it the truth or just what we wanted to hear?
Generally speaking, out of all students in a class, come on and tell me, how well do you know everyone to know if they talk behind you? Or diss in front of you without knowing that you're the subject? How well do you know your system that builds you?
Knowing them can be harmful and you start to see things, almost like you're hallucinating. Like you're high on weed or something. You see the crack and then you see the gap. Next thing you know, you're the first to realize that silence is observed and when you ask them, they go nuts trying to figure out who told you. That's secrets and doubt. And curiosity.
For sure, someone must have bitched about me. I mean, I'm sure of that. Another thing I'm sure of is the stories they tell behind you. Damn what a cracker.
Did I wake you up? Look and see it the way you wanna see it.
OOH, credits for 3 posts in a row! :)
xom.
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