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Laying alone in a tent, breathing's heavier, sweat is dripping. I think I've had too much. Too many festival treats obtained off friendly vendors, in it as much as you are, looking for a good time, at a small cost. The sun begins to rise, heart races faster, Emotions both empathetic and sympathetic. I think I've had too much. Laying in this tent amongst the other sheep in the same boat around me. I have accepted my faith This is my fault, will I notify anyone? No **** it, I don't want to cause a scene, I'll let them find out Too many thoughts rushing through my head, too many apologies that will be owed, that I won't around for, I'm filled with self disgust but maybe, its for the best. I think I've had too much
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Waiting For Death
Laying alone in a tent, breathing's heavier, sweat is dripping. I think I've had too much. Too many festival treats obtained off friendly vendors, in it as much as you are, looking for a good time, at a small cost. The sun begins to rise, heart races faster, Emotions both empathetic and sympathetic. I think I've had too much. Laying in this tent amongst the other sheep in the same boat around me. I have accepted my faith This is my fault, will I notify anyone? No **** it, I don't want to cause a scene, I'll let them find out Too many thoughts rushing through my head, too many apologies that will be owed, that I won't around for, I'm filled with self disgust but maybe, its for the best. I think I've had too much
pokkuri
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
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