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[autumnfiction]

hoodies with death all over them
pain the anthem again and again

The core of this attitude
I just couldn't eat
And I tried, I did,
I tried, thinking somehow I'd be satisfied

Like all food down here
As it turns out
It rots in my hand
And in my mouth

Comments

[rightsofspring]

alright. rock and roll hoodies!

[autumnfiction]

oh please please please take me and my poor poor poetry seriously. :)

[rightsofspring]

I would if it all wasn't jumbled. It's terri thought process, and it's been a really long time since I've been exposed to that. Speaking of which, are you going home for easter?

[autumnfiction]

yeah I am. It's EASTER, I LOVE easter. so happy and resurrectiony. Why, are you?