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Jan 2015
You always say such charming things:
'What did I do or fail to do that has me living this way?'
Oh the misery it brings, it must really break you;
Let the ground grow a hole that'll swallow me whole.

'There's a ***** hair on the seat!'
Are you over the edge this week, or will I see you again --
Stood aboard a crowded train with that same old, same old
Face, so cold? Let the ground swallow me whole.

Oh it must be a dog's life you live -- it must!
I wrote this piece last night, and it's a finger in the eye of the people who complain about the stupidest things in life, yet, refuse to change them. So hard done by, but still eating three meals a day, often more; still having the most expensive clothes and gadgets. Would you shut up? I really don't want to hear your 'problems'.
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Mouthpiece  26/M/Liverpool, UK
(26/M/Liverpool, UK)   
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