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I've no idea why I write so much As I have never had a way with words. And I don't know why I fight so much When I am genuinely apathetic toward the outcome of most arguments. I think I get bored. Maybe I just-- I like to make things dificult. I like the combination of puzzle and pain. It gives me something to fill my little brain. Purpose. A reason to be awake. It's like a game. But not the kind that children play. More like a contest. Who can destroy themselves the fastest? Except the only prize is self denial and If  you are lucky-- A bit of Jack to wash away the lonliness.   A miserable existence, I know. I live it, Because I still have this ridiculous hope That the empty chair in the kitchen will Save me from myself. I'm a senseless, Rambling, Fool.
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 1:56 AM UTC
The Rambling Fool
I've no idea why I write so much As I have never had a way with words. And I don't know why I fight so much When I am genuinely apathetic toward the outcome of most arguments. I think I get bored. Maybe I just-- I like to make things dificult. I like the combination of puzzle and pain. It gives me something to fill my little brain. Purpose. A reason to be awake. It's like a game. But not the kind that children play. More like a contest. Who can destroy themselves the fastest? Except the only prize is self denial and If  you are lucky-- A bit of Jack to wash away the lonliness.   A miserable existence, I know. I live it, Because I still have this ridiculous hope That the empty chair in the kitchen will Save me from myself. I'm a senseless, Rambling, Fool.
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 1:56 AM UTC
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