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After a long day of insults, There was no way I'd go home, So I decided to do something rad, I did what I wanted and started to roam. I fled through the cornfield, Then hopped over the fence, Slapped the No Trespassing sign, And sensed enlightened suspense. I pulled up my hood, An old facade for my face, Then slipped through the gate, And stood in place at the base. As I gazed at the beast, I thought, "I'm fuckin' bent", But stuck it the finger, Then began my ascent. The metal burned cold, My hands totally numb, Never considered the risk, Just the buzz of the *** I got to the platform, Felt on top of the world, Saw the Ambassador lights, Just a wonder struck girl. I thought a new thought; the simplicity of dying. To tell you I didn't consider suicide, Well, I would be lying. I stayed up a while, Musing over the stupidity of life, Then finally descended, Mediating my mental strife. I lit up a *** Then wandered away. That tower would always be special, But I'll forever be a stray.
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
I Climbed a Radio Tower
After a long day of insults, There was no way I'd go home, So I decided to do something rad, I did what I wanted and started to roam. I fled through the cornfield, Then hopped over the fence, Slapped the No Trespassing sign, And sensed enlightened suspense. I pulled up my hood, An old facade for my face, Then slipped through the gate, And stood in place at the base. As I gazed at the beast, I thought, "I'm fuckin' bent", But stuck it the finger, Then began my ascent. The metal burned cold, My hands totally numb, Never considered the risk, Just the buzz of the *** I got to the platform, Felt on top of the world, Saw the Ambassador lights, Just a wonder struck girl. I thought a new thought; the simplicity of dying. To tell you I didn't consider suicide, Well, I would be lying. I stayed up a while, Musing over the stupidity of life, Then finally descended, Mediating my mental strife. I lit up a *** Then wandered away. That tower would always be special, But I'll forever be a stray.
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
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