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I have not put pen to paper in a good while. It is probably for the better. The blinds hide the world. Listening to movie trailer music, I write and hope. What happens when you get older? I hate it when people say they are "young". You're 40 years young? No. You're an ******* We are dying from the moment of birth. Don't forget that. Pessimistic and proud. Sometimes I sleep with the T.V. on at night. A constant reminder that my dreams can give way to war, famine, Perez Hilton. If this is how the World ends, life was good. You see... This is why I don't write anymore. Poems that give way to inner thoughts. How deep and depressing. I could write more... I won't. Maybe. Poems that end like highway wrecks. Leaving you wanting nothing, but a refund. Slam.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
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I have not put pen to paper in a good while. It is probably for the better. The blinds hide the world. Listening to movie trailer music, I write and hope. What happens when you get older? I hate it when people say they are "young". You're 40 years young? No. You're an ******* We are dying from the moment of birth. Don't forget that. Pessimistic and proud. Sometimes I sleep with the T.V. on at night. A constant reminder that my dreams can give way to war, famine, Perez Hilton. If this is how the World ends, life was good. You see... This is why I don't write anymore. Poems that give way to inner thoughts. How deep and depressing. I could write more... I won't. Maybe. Poems that end like highway wrecks. Leaving you wanting nothing, but a refund. Slam.
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zak-krug
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
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