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It's funny how you dont care about things that are important Or things that don't matter. Like life Or this poem rhyming Or spelling Or people understanding it I just feel like staring at a ceiling Or hanging from it I don't even care if a murderer would come and **** me now It's just an overwelming feeling pushing at my skin And I don't even care My best friends seem like nothing And my enemy knife and rope are what I imagine Blood running down the drain I paused the movie and don't care to Un pause it I don't even want to walk up the stairsbut I will And I will stare at the ceiling until the harsh morning light comes And I will not pay attention to anything People will call me lazy. And I will not care I don't even care to give this a title So use your imagination Cause I'm all dried up.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
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It's funny how you dont care about things that are important Or things that don't matter. Like life Or this poem rhyming Or spelling Or people understanding it I just feel like staring at a ceiling Or hanging from it I don't even care if a murderer would come and **** me now It's just an overwelming feeling pushing at my skin And I don't even care My best friends seem like nothing And my enemy knife and rope are what I imagine Blood running down the drain I paused the movie and don't care to Un pause it I don't even want to walk up the stairsbut I will And I will stare at the ceiling until the harsh morning light comes And I will not pay attention to anything People will call me lazy. And I will not care I don't even care to give this a title So use your imagination Cause I'm all dried up.
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
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