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Feb 2015
A bizarre evening. Pains in my sides
Bleary eyed hmm

Where is this all going to end?
Asking her desperately
Like the answer was my life blood.

****** drunk slurry black dress
White girl drunk heavy mascara
Strung out crying desperate

Tell me I can be good
Tell me it's not too late to forget about all those stupid existential questions

STOP STARING INTO THE ABYSS
pathetic white boy problems
PTSD feels so selfish but can't get threats out of my head feeling sic

What was that you gave me? Little red pill sleepy yes. Don't look too close I'll see right through you

Eat you up

Muffle the sounds of the loud world (they're in the walls scratching and scraping) It's in the air they're poisoning the water and I'm sure poisoning the well.

The water laced with heavy metals
The food is filled with cancer
But doctors say it's eighty percent genetics
Doesn't mean what you think it means anyways
Duke Thompson
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