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Tomorrow comes to quick these days whizzing, sprinting through my gaze as the years go rushing by slow down, I'm worried that I'll die. I'll miss things that are yet to be I want to live? Is that really me? ****** hell you cheeky liar we got the wood for your funeral pyre! All the times you tried to leave last rites made us start to grieve then you recovered in a trice put the burial on ice." nearly went in the big french crash on my head oh, what a smash lost my memories for a bit can't spot my friends, makes me feel **** drunk bad stuff, burnt inside still got a grin a half mile wide set on fire for fun while fishing "An extinguisher!" I was wishing loads of pills, ergotomine too saw bad things from satan's zoo tunnel of light like in the movies got sent back, yeah really groovy ICU with all false names never knew me, good at that game now there's stuff I need to do people help me to pull through so think I'll try and stick around not go six feet beneath the ground
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 3:27 PM UTC
Slow Down World I Don't Want To Get Off
Tomorrow comes to quick these days whizzing, sprinting through my gaze as the years go rushing by slow down, I'm worried that I'll die. I'll miss things that are yet to be I want to live? Is that really me? ****** hell you cheeky liar we got the wood for your funeral pyre! All the times you tried to leave last rites made us start to grieve then you recovered in a trice put the burial on ice." nearly went in the big french crash on my head oh, what a smash lost my memories for a bit can't spot my friends, makes me feel **** drunk bad stuff, burnt inside still got a grin a half mile wide set on fire for fun while fishing "An extinguisher!" I was wishing loads of pills, ergotomine too saw bad things from satan's zoo tunnel of light like in the movies got sent back, yeah really groovy ICU with all false names never knew me, good at that game now there's stuff I need to do people help me to pull through so think I'll try and stick around not go six feet beneath the ground
This poem made me happy!
jeremy-wyatt
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jeremy-wyatt
Welsh
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 3:27 PM UTC
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