we'll it's about past two
i'm still waiting for you
wanting to hear your voice
it's a quarter to five
am i still alive
do i even get a choice
slimy creatures you kiss
hiding in a fictitious bliss
can't you see me trying
abused and beaten every way
same routine every day
i don't blame you for hiding
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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