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This coffin     I inhabit          Floats along the nonexistence     Of space And time         In such a way as to make me forget what comfort ever was      Days become eons Trapped in a box reeking of death and lacking in emotion      I become nothing more than a trained chimp             Acting out "living" as I see actual humans do all for a few measly peanuts yes oh yes I wouldn't mind if this rolling coffin crashed and burned if for nothing more than to end this surreal nightmare of not existing
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
Greyhound Nightmare
This coffin     I inhabit          Floats along the nonexistence     Of space And time         In such a way as to make me forget what comfort ever was      Days become eons Trapped in a box reeking of death and lacking in emotion      I become nothing more than a trained chimp             Acting out "living" as I see actual humans do all for a few measly peanuts yes oh yes I wouldn't mind if this rolling coffin crashed and burned if for nothing more than to end this surreal nightmare of not existing
LunarLena
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
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