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Hell, I scrambled to an amusement park last night, strapped myself in and coasted for hours I didn't give myself a break instead I kept coasting until it got hot and buzzed an alarming buzz It was overheating, as was I, runnels of inhuman sweat stuck to my face like glue from a hot gun {they gave me a hot glue gun so I could make them better crafts than an 'ol family portrait with blue and green markers on the backside of a receipt from the horse races; but my papa didn't care about the crafts; he just wanted me busy so he could watch the tube and maybe have a nap in the evening} The cart is rattling out of its own carriage; I look up to the angels and only see black ***** smoke Hell, I make a black ***** mess out of most things lately so instead I sit in it because I usually run out of it; having towers crash and explode behind me Hell, ya get what ya pay for; I pay for nothing, you pay for everything, I take everything – both of us will always know that {remember when you'd say we'd go for ice cream to get me to shut up we never went for ice cream} Sparks underneath the rails, I twisted my stiff neck to stay still in something blasphemously heavy {I used to think I was so heavy} It’s like the feeling you get when you want to do something but your body won't succumb Split mind & body interpersonal connections - left and right are both just forward, Going forward to somewhere I've already been. Hell, I let myself flood until they **** smacked the gates open with a "What the **** are you tryna do? **** yourself?!" reprimand And I even almost came to see you because you really wanted a daughter again and I really wanted a father {again} - I've never really had one to begin with. Instead, I listened to the cat's in the cradle and cut in my cradle And hell, I really needed to be loved I think more than I have ever needed {you never left but you never came to leave me} Hell, I don't think I have even seen hell yet; but one day it'll do me in good. Thou he slay me, yet will I trust in him.
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC
Hell, I
Hell, I scrambled to an amusement park last night, strapped myself in and coasted for hours I didn't give myself a break instead I kept coasting until it got hot and buzzed an alarming buzz It was overheating, as was I, runnels of inhuman sweat stuck to my face like glue from a hot gun {they gave me a hot glue gun so I could make them better crafts than an 'ol family portrait with blue and green markers on the backside of a receipt from the horse races; but my papa didn't care about the crafts; he just wanted me busy so he could watch the tube and maybe have a nap in the evening} The cart is rattling out of its own carriage; I look up to the angels and only see black ***** smoke Hell, I make a black ***** mess out of most things lately so instead I sit in it because I usually run out of it; having towers crash and explode behind me Hell, ya get what ya pay for; I pay for nothing, you pay for everything, I take everything – both of us will always know that {remember when you'd say we'd go for ice cream to get me to shut up we never went for ice cream} Sparks underneath the rails, I twisted my stiff neck to stay still in something blasphemously heavy {I used to think I was so heavy} It’s like the feeling you get when you want to do something but your body won't succumb Split mind & body interpersonal connections - left and right are both just forward, Going forward to somewhere I've already been. Hell, I let myself flood until they **** smacked the gates open with a "What the **** are you tryna do? **** yourself?!" reprimand And I even almost came to see you because you really wanted a daughter again and I really wanted a father {again} - I've never really had one to begin with. Instead, I listened to the cat's in the cradle and cut in my cradle And hell, I really needed to be loved I think more than I have ever needed {you never left but you never came to leave me} Hell, I don't think I have even seen hell yet; but one day it'll do me in good. Thou he slay me, yet will I trust in him.
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC
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