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Shin splints are painful
And they also feel heavy
Don't ask how I know.
Ram
I feel like ramming my crowded thoughts
Into a red brick wall
But somehow I feel that would only cause more pain
And wouldn't help at all.
This song is so stuck
In my head, that it hurts.
You ever felt that?
If I write too many poems about songs stuck in my head, it's just because it happens every day, to varying degrees of intensity.
I am too tired
To say something worthwhile
So let me not speak.
So the only pain
That I feel this late at night
Is my chapped lips. Yeah.
Ow
Got soap in my eyes
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
It really hurts! Ow!
Sharp, scraping across
The lines of black and of grey
Removing makeup.
My eyes are gonna fail me
Someday I'll need some specs
So maybe I'll do it quickly
Or get contacts like the rest.

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