Hot damn, I feel like writing.... in poetry form.
I am in a dirty shower stall,
the soap is old and drying,
the hot water cools to quickly,
and I feel like I am dying.
The razor blade cuts my legs,
I watch the blood go down the drain.
There is no passion inside of me.
I'm not sure of what remains.
Where once I was driven,
I've lost the drive.
I barely feel
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