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Jul 2018
jaw clenched, tongue wilted
i cant speak for you, but
i cant collect my thoughts
always focusing on yours

***** out wasted empty words
dripping from your lips
repeat (y)our ******* program
we are redundant

inspiration is stagnant
when everything you need
is never enough
you can just buy some more

grab all you can
crush it with your hands
made into this
not born like it

spend your life
spend your life
not living, but
still alive
Written by
Snaggletooth
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