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"theb" poems
my head hurts and it makes me think that when i go into work ill be less of a good worker but IRL im just as good as a worker, in fact even a better worker, WITH the headache because the headache is a telling of times that I'll die soon so i™eans i work to the extent of my ability so quickly that i am actually da best frigckin worker around so even when theb osses at the end of the day are like her eyou go dude here are the promotions im like hmm no thanks im going to die soon so you should give it to someone who needs it, like all of my other coworkers, so they dvivide the bonus and they all end up with an extra nnickel added to their pay check but then i dont die, i end up being alive the next morning with the same headache and im like welp guess i gotta just deal w/ it and drink some water and eat a food lol
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
work bad. so what
I feel so lonely inside I feel like my prays have been denied Im in a room that is dark Then all of a sudden there was a spark I went over to were the spark was And there i saw a rose That was red like it was bleeding, Then a boy appeared and was leading Me to a cell. Where he chanined me, theb i fell I tried to break free from the chain But that did not work only caused pain I then went and laid on a bed I heard something roll And then i said "Oh god please Take my soul." Then that little boy came back and strated to tease Me, that he got Food that i could not have. I knew rhat the food was really hot. I felt like a bird that is in a cage, The boy gave me a book and told me to read So i opened it and started to read it but, I felt like i was readinf the same page Over and over again. Then my hands started to bleed So i prayed for someone to care But i know that my prayer Would not come true. For i am lonely.
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
Lonely Inside
It hit the back of my throat ****** taste in the back of my throat The message sent from your mom at 12:27 in the morning But it didn’t hit reality didn’t hit me till 10: 23 th moring The pills I bought for you are now in the pitof my stomachne and now I know how yopu felt aoll this time Theb morth we spent apart
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
Untitled
In times of trouble God hold our hand Hears our cries bring out of theb dark into the light
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Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC
God