The lights stream over my head
just fucking beam me up already
Scotty;
I'm tired of the after life,
the after shock,
the over baring weight
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in the gym last Thursday
She told me it was Monday,
and I dreaded waking up
the alarm seemed to screech like a screamo band gone wrong
and my lungs heaved,
I wiped drool with my sleeve
What a fucking mess,
the mirror was almost as unimpressed
and I felt like death.
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I like the random songs and poems that make no sense at all, not even to the writer. I tried to do that, but shit I can't really pull it off lol.
I am just going to store it here until I finish it, if I ever get around to it.
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