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Honestly, nobody really cares about the faded pink hash marks which track their course up your forearms and thighs
Honestly, they will feel bad for you then forget
Honestly, it's an effort of futility
Honestly, this is not a world for cowards
Honestly, that's probably what you are
Honestly, drinking and smoking is just another form of razor
Honestly, you need *****. Women and Men.
Honestly, whatever you are is perfectly okay and that is just perfect
Honestly, the majority of people you meet will try to tear you down
Honestly, these monsters are mortal
Honestly, I made a lot of mistakes along the way
Honestly, I don't care
Honestly, they make me who I am
Honestly, this poem will end soon
Honestly, no matter where who what when how, you will be better than fine
Honestly.
 Dec 2013 spacedrunk
Jordan
i cant get into any bars because im under age. none of my friends would take me anyways because i like to disco rave. people say i am sleezy and kind of weird, but they dont know the difference between here and there.
 Dec 2013 spacedrunk
M Clement
I could write lies
Sticky and sweet

I could write lies
Sticky and sweet

I could write lies
Please press repeat

Life set to rewind
Time set fast-forward
Learning things too late?
Is that the best
being haltered?

Take shape, dear poetry
Little, hiding words, implore me
Godly benevolence
adores me.

And what's there to say
At the end of the day
When the lights are on backwards
And my eyes facing forward

Rhyming with forward is hard
Rhyming with forward is hard
Rhyming with forward is difficult
And I want you to know

I could write lies
Sticky and sweet

I could write lies
Sticky and sweet

I could write lies
Please press repeat
Sorta wanted to write a song, but also wanted to write something. Been listening to "because the internet" by Childish Gambino; it's great. Also, this is sorta inspired by a blog post by Michael Gungor regarding christian music.
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