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the ocean is my neighbor and the sky lives in my attic and I build many houses in my head. I watch the sun set sail its glow creeps in through my window its tied up in my backyard and sleeps in my shed.. when its tired and it wants to go to bed. I make sure that its happy and I keep it well fed because it makes me happy too its true yellow orange and red. I used to breathe in paleness the colors of life from me fled my thoughts were snakes my body started rotting but now its shed. at some point I had had it the point is I was an addict but I quit cuz I was tired of all the times that I was dead. I quit cuz I was tired of being dead. now I'm aliiiive. busier than a beeeeehiiive haaanging iiiin myy living roooom... making me ...dance. til a fire starts in my pants. but I don't care and I continue to tango with the moooon. Life's so sudden and far too soooon..
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
Dopesong
the ocean is my neighbor and the sky lives in my attic and I build many houses in my head. I watch the sun set sail its glow creeps in through my window its tied up in my backyard and sleeps in my shed.. when its tired and it wants to go to bed. I make sure that its happy and I keep it well fed because it makes me happy too its true yellow orange and red. I used to breathe in paleness the colors of life from me fled my thoughts were snakes my body started rotting but now its shed. at some point I had had it the point is I was an addict but I quit cuz I was tired of all the times that I was dead. I quit cuz I was tired of being dead. now I'm aliiiive. busier than a beeeeehiiive haaanging iiiin myy living roooom... making me ...dance. til a fire starts in my pants. but I don't care and I continue to tango with the moooon. Life's so sudden and far too soooon..
Trees laugh when I trip they think it's funny when I slip and take some acid then I laugh at them instead. Someone's someone's savior Saved me when I was an addict I had had it up to here from all the times that I was dead. Well I was just tired of living dead.
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Bhutanese
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
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