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phUck!
Explain it to me..
Why does it have to be like this?!
-You did this to yourself.
Suffer what you deserve.
-For how long?
It's really not a relative question. There's really no "time frame" to focus on when love is at it's peak. When you're in the midst of it. (It's just not that important.) So why should there be a "time frame" on the suffering when love just packed its shit and left?
(Oh! It's still there.
I'm just holding on longer than you did.)
phUckIn time man. Immediate gratification would just be so much more-
phUck that. Where do you learn your lessons?- Can I just get a drink or a pipe and some crack or a needle and some-
You did this to yourself..
This shit is just temporary too. This life.
So why does it mean so much?
I just wanna feel good. I wanna be selfish. I wanna get high. I wanna be successful. I wanna..
Wanna wanna wanna
Want want want
You did this to yourself.
Do something else.
I sit back with too much on and all I think about is what happens when I'm gone.
Not gone from this life but gone in the night.
Gone to get mine. Gone to get right.
I'm tired of the back and forward thought.
I'm caught stuck inside escaping the memories, rotting. Escaping the rotting, memories.
There's loss to my daily chat my ambition, intuition, passion, desires fashion and I'm drowning in it all.
I try to hide it and I'm damn good at it too.
Not good enough I feel it starting to chew through.
It's a sickness in my mind.
I made this shit up.
But I didn't, I just believed it, I still do and it's phUckEd.
I push on though to the calling of what I don't even know what I mean anymore.
I find myself in a dream, it's consistant, layin on another random crack house floor.
It's just routine sayin it but some days are better than others and ya this is a bad one.
I decide when I wake up if my days gonna turn out to be optimistic. Not somebody else, I'll still be at your door though bangin propositions.
I'm not in the position to be in the position I'm in.
I'll try not to do it to myself again.
-From your only friend,
The End.
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