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May 2021
I don't want to sound magic,
I just want to sound tragic.

I don't wanna be famous,
I just wanna make payments.

I don't want to become a jaded **** Jagger,
I just wanna be a ludicrously crazy ******.

I don't want to be the media's dogma,
I just wanna ****** all their ******* drama.

I don't want kids to look up at me,
I just want them to see the poison I breathe.

Don't cry when my phone goes dead,
See that last text, you read.

And feel that gut-dropping dread,
Run to the house, where I'm alone.

Then continue into the place,
To my face, all those words you droned.

I'm gonna spray some ******* mace,
I've had enough of tossing you a bone.

You're nothing but a testosterone injected zombie,
Get a new ******* hobby.

Kitten-hitting,
Depression-denying,
******* ****** crazy.
poor you, good sir.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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