MY NAME IS TROY AND I LOVE ALL MUSIC EXCEPT POP SHIT AND 80S FAG ROCK.THROW THAT SHIT IN THE GARBAGE.IM A VERY COMPLEX PERSON AND I DONT GET ALONG WITH ALOT ABOUT PEOPLE CAUSE THE WAY I GREW UP.WHERE YOUR FRIENDS ENDED UP BEING YOUR ENEMYS.U COULDNT TRUST ANYONE SO I THINK THATS WHY IM LIKE THAT.IM VERY GOOD AT NOTICEING PEOPLES FLAWS WITHIN THE FIRST 30 MIN.IF U CARE TO KNOW MORE FIND OUT/WALKING AROUND AIMLESSLY WITH NOTHING ON MY MIND AND NO WERE TO HEAD I GLANCE DOWN AND SEE MY REFLECTION IN A OIL SLICK WITH NOTHING IN THE BALANCE OF REALITY AND NOTICE THAT IM NOTHING MORE THEN A REFLECTION.NO IDENITY AND A UNFELT REASON OF EXISTENCE.CLOSEING MY EYES HOPING TO BE TRANSFERD TO A SINGLE MOMENT OF BLISS.I OPEN MY EYES AND FEEL THE GENTLY TOUCH OF EXTREME BEAUTY AND GRACE AND OVERLOOK MY CURRENT SUROUNDINGS.SEEING GLEEFUL CHILDREN RUNNING AROUND ALLMOST DANCEING IN THE SNOW AS THERE ELDER MAKE SIMI HUMAN SNOWMEN AND HOLD THEM SO TIGHT AS IF A STIFF BREEZE WOULD LIFT THEM AWAY.TORN BETWEEN REALITY I SHED A TEAR ONLY TO SEE A DARK THICK TEAR LAND ON THE GROUND AND DESTROY THIS AMAZING PLACE OF NO WORRYS AND A SINCE OF MORTALITY / HONORED TO BE DIFFERENT IN MIND AND BODY. FORCE ME TO SURPRESS MY INNER THOUGHTS OF VIRTUE FROM MINDNUMBING IGNORANCE AND AMBIVALENT ANALOGYS OF DISCONTENT. SOMEONE PLEASE WITH INDEPENDENT THOUGHT REPLY BEFORE I AM DRAGED TO THE BRAIAR FIELD TO FORCE ME TO CONFORM.
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