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I write with cheap pens that dry out on the page. Hair disheveled, I'm drunk, my fist trembles with rage. Without skill, and poor grammar, you'd ask why I write. But what else can I do when I'm writhing in hell every night.

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CaffeineBoy

33 / M

For You?

Written by

CaffeineBoy

33 / M

Published: Sep 10, 2015
Time: 1m

Tags: #depression #fuck #selfharm #bored #bipolar #badpoetry

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