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Sitting at this leather couch spilling out my mind as it drips upon the floor  from every minute of my time wasted. I'm wondering what you're thinking; if it's me that's been crazy for commiting this so-called crime I'm jaded. You're judging me pretending to respect me. A folder thick with penmanship You diagnose my intelligence A steady flow of consciousness, "I was sick of her ******** I was sick of the relationship!" It's just a subtle mood swing And that **** was so controlling I wanted out. So you jot your ******* notes And cross your sloppy T's, But you won't get the best of me You're pills are not my remedy. I stand by my insanity You can claim I'm unstable You can claim I'm in denial, As I choose to ******* leave, Make sure you make note in your file!
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 6:20 AM UTC
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Sitting at this leather couch spilling out my mind as it drips upon the floor  from every minute of my time wasted. I'm wondering what you're thinking; if it's me that's been crazy for commiting this so-called crime I'm jaded. You're judging me pretending to respect me. A folder thick with penmanship You diagnose my intelligence A steady flow of consciousness, "I was sick of her ******** I was sick of the relationship!" It's just a subtle mood swing And that **** was so controlling I wanted out. So you jot your ******* notes And cross your sloppy T's, But you won't get the best of me You're pills are not my remedy. I stand by my insanity You can claim I'm unstable You can claim I'm in denial, As I choose to ******* leave, Make sure you make note in your file!
Copyright Christopher Rossi, 2010
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christopher-rossi
American
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 6:20 AM UTC
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