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of straight jackets... different color for each purpose dancing shoes to match polished and ready for me to skateboard with someone rob me... i want someone to hurt me... i'm disintegration on the inside collapsed lungs choking bleeding while i ***** my vital organs all over the gravel my face forwards into i turn around and look at the sky as i reach for a cigarette out my front left pocket i keep my phone in the right one... no one ever calls though... so i take out the zippo she got me on our anniversary and as i inhale and death fills my lungs i wonder... would anyone stop me if i were to be jumping off of a cliff in this straight jacket... sideways... all i see are different shoes scurrying past my face and i wonder... is my closet too full? maybe it is time i got a new wardrobe or maybe it is time i put myself in one of those shiny closets you know... the ones that you wear your clothes in. they make you wear a fancy straight jacket black with silver lines... and a noose around your neck designer most likely you know its the one from that riddle... "who makes it but doesn't use it... who uses it but doesn't enjoy it" i fail to remember, it goes something like that... anyways, it's the best you'll ever look in your life... i've never understood that... who's going to be looking at you when its closed?
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
closet full
of straight jackets... different color for each purpose dancing shoes to match polished and ready for me to skateboard with someone rob me... i want someone to hurt me... i'm disintegration on the inside collapsed lungs choking bleeding while i ***** my vital organs all over the gravel my face forwards into i turn around and look at the sky as i reach for a cigarette out my front left pocket i keep my phone in the right one... no one ever calls though... so i take out the zippo she got me on our anniversary and as i inhale and death fills my lungs i wonder... would anyone stop me if i were to be jumping off of a cliff in this straight jacket... sideways... all i see are different shoes scurrying past my face and i wonder... is my closet too full? maybe it is time i got a new wardrobe or maybe it is time i put myself in one of those shiny closets you know... the ones that you wear your clothes in. they make you wear a fancy straight jacket black with silver lines... and a noose around your neck designer most likely you know its the one from that riddle... "who makes it but doesn't use it... who uses it but doesn't enjoy it" i fail to remember, it goes something like that... anyways, it's the best you'll ever look in your life... i've never understood that... who's going to be looking at you when its closed?
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Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
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