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Here lies X, Presumptuous isn't it? A little bit of pomp in lieu of starting a poem Written for everyone to see; Nonetheless, here I lie. This isn't a suicide note I'm not dying tonight This is a desire note A desire to see the man I am die. This isn't a pity party, This isn't a threat to me, and please don't worry This is religious. I won't claim it as any other. I wish to see me die. Me The "man" who sees a cross And looks away For fear of changing what I'm doing Because, honestly, it makes me feel good. I look to a crucifix on Sunday Believe in Transubstantiation But I still can't get enough of women fornicating on the web. It hurts to write this down But to those of you who read it, I want you to know I'm drowning This is struggle. Day-to-day Hour-to-Hour I don't want this But everything earthly about me does There needs to be a look Outside of self But I'm happy in this cottage I need to get out It's burning down But the fire is what's keeping me warm I'm not trying to play Like I'm really ok, Because fact of the matter: I'm not The absolute worst part: I've said this a million times. A million and one.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
A million and one
Here lies X, Presumptuous isn't it? A little bit of pomp in lieu of starting a poem Written for everyone to see; Nonetheless, here I lie. This isn't a suicide note I'm not dying tonight This is a desire note A desire to see the man I am die. This isn't a pity party, This isn't a threat to me, and please don't worry This is religious. I won't claim it as any other. I wish to see me die. Me The "man" who sees a cross And looks away For fear of changing what I'm doing Because, honestly, it makes me feel good. I look to a crucifix on Sunday Believe in Transubstantiation But I still can't get enough of women fornicating on the web. It hurts to write this down But to those of you who read it, I want you to know I'm drowning This is struggle. Day-to-day Hour-to-Hour I don't want this But everything earthly about me does There needs to be a look Outside of self But I'm happy in this cottage I need to get out It's burning down But the fire is what's keeping me warm I'm not trying to play Like I'm really ok, Because fact of the matter: I'm not The absolute worst part: I've said this a million times. A million and one.
This is what I'm struggling with. I think I'm done, and there I fall again.
m-clement
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
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