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I guess it's gone now
And it's cold again
And I fucked up
And I'm fucking up
And I'm fucked up
And I'm fucked
Fuck me
Fuck it
Whatever
Bite the bullet
Give up
And I've been given up
And I give up on myself
Again
It'll be fine
It'll be ok
Except that it wont
And I don't expect things to get any better
I hate my poems now
While I sit and wait
It'll all happen around me
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A monster
A sick feeling
Who is there
It's all making sense
I am already lost
I have
Another fail
Epic fail
My cunt is sore
I'm filled with sores
Ready to pop
Ready to cum
I am and I am
Sorry
I don't think it is
I'll be ok
I don't know
I think I'm ready now
Not as scared
Still verrry scared
Not as much as I am
A fool
Over and over and over and over and over
Until it's -
A murderA pother
The crows
the crows,
sleeping,
smoke
pother
smoke
pother,
sleeping,
thanks to
that I'm having
people to
help,
crows
crows
pother
pother,
thanks being to that I have,
thanks
thanks,
thanks being to that I want,
thanks,
(the crows are not meant to be
a metaphore within the context of this poem)
faker,
and then the smoke
and the pother,
wtf?
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