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Too good at dying to not live long Too bad at living to never get it wrong Too high to riot, too ****** to breathe Too caught up with words to tell the meaning beneath Too broke for pride, too stubborn for mercy Too grungy to be dapper, too skinny to be **** Too old for small thoughts, too young for big words Too scared to seek clarity, drowning in these words Too lit to blank out, too ***** for long hours Too weak to make an effort to have you in my arms Too late for apologies, **** your assurances just leave the keys at the door
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC
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Too good at dying to not live long Too bad at living to never get it wrong Too high to riot, too ****** to breathe Too caught up with words to tell the meaning beneath Too broke for pride, too stubborn for mercy Too grungy to be dapper, too skinny to be **** Too old for small thoughts, too young for big words Too scared to seek clarity, drowning in these words Too lit to blank out, too ***** for long hours Too weak to make an effort to have you in my arms Too late for apologies, **** your assurances just leave the keys at the door
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Nigeria
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC
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