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rare-and-rad
Poems
Oct 2014
***** fish bowl
drinking the last drop of my life away
hoping ill find it another day
anything that comes out is lies, is what others say
I try my best to communicate
with my inner being and what some call fate
how can I when I feel the spiritual hate
I wanna speak but afraid I'll say unnecessary crap
to be honest my life is just a demonic trap
I can't remember the last time I ever ran a lap
my family is worried and im a huge mess of a disaster
Im trying to run faster and faster
Im gonna get known as a ****'d up baster
my emotional touch has lost all feel
because we kissed and I know it was real
I am your one true only deal
my mistakes seem to cross along more
I love it all too much, but I don't won't to be a bore
I wouldn't want to get looked as *****
my body wiggled and falls like it was reborn
I just wanna keep the reply botton on to this ****
gosh it's much better then eating a can of corn
I have problems that seem like children and have fun
they never quit they seem to like this run
it could take in any place, like in rainor in the sun
#love
#life
#hate
#home
#confused
#time
#real
#question
#****
#problems
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rare-and-rad
san diego
(san diego)
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