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I laid down, And puked off the side of my bed, I felt no better, So I sat in my hands and cried, and felt my **** growing on my thigh. Great, I thought, Lonely and not bought. I stood up and fell, I broke and I melt, Indeed I ****** and I splurt, But still my heart did not **** I guess the pieces were too tiny, too embeded in the tears, The burns sank throughout, Even into my lonely **** The puke that laid upon my floor awoke, Amassed and made into a form, What was it, Who are you I said, It gurgled blood and spoke to my mind, I am your illness, your future, your past, your present. Submit as you have and you shall be destroyed, Struggle more as you would and I shall only laugh. I saw its face, it became clear. The beast with seven seven's and one six. Almost perfect in its imperfections, The face of my faults a trinity of disgusting. The life of my mother dead on the floor, That one cheating ***** And the girl who I adored and left for nor, I suppose... Yes I suppose as I laid down, Choking now, choking more, This was all written. Long, long ago, In a book I'll never know.
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 5:24 AM UTC
When I laid down
I laid down, And puked off the side of my bed, I felt no better, So I sat in my hands and cried, and felt my **** growing on my thigh. Great, I thought, Lonely and not bought. I stood up and fell, I broke and I melt, Indeed I ****** and I splurt, But still my heart did not **** I guess the pieces were too tiny, too embeded in the tears, The burns sank throughout, Even into my lonely **** The puke that laid upon my floor awoke, Amassed and made into a form, What was it, Who are you I said, It gurgled blood and spoke to my mind, I am your illness, your future, your past, your present. Submit as you have and you shall be destroyed, Struggle more as you would and I shall only laugh. I saw its face, it became clear. The beast with seven seven's and one six. Almost perfect in its imperfections, The face of my faults a trinity of disgusting. The life of my mother dead on the floor, That one cheating ***** And the girl who I adored and left for nor, I suppose... Yes I suppose as I laid down, Choking now, choking more, This was all written. Long, long ago, In a book I'll never know.
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 5:24 AM UTC
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