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i don't emote enough? **** you and your caster-plast shell of emotion you beg for a feeling like i ask for a cigarette "so young" you are goddamn right and i'm only getting better by the time i hit 30 the book will be out i'll be free from your criticism, comments, casual allusions to colin yeah, yeah, yeah i'll be free some publisher will notice me, my beautiful cadence, and he'll sign me on the spot can you imagine that? no more chasing girls time will stop on an ever spinning axis and the burning trees rule the world rejected? for what? for ****ing swearing? there are bleeding hedges filled with spider webs and i delve into their nest daily i understand nothing about them but i know they live inside of my life and inside of my walls i am the voice that whispers when you nearly fall asleep i am trauma and madness i am the boy who brings you on your knees to beg forgiveness when i have none to lend anyway i really hope i get published oh, such spiders with so many complicated legs run with the hope one of us ****ing "makes it" |
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