Me and you, like cigarettes.
Once lit, a matter of time. Dead.
My head is aching, taking hits from the pendulum.
Out of my control, out of your control.
At the mercy of rules and laws. What the fuck?
I don't even know what the fuck I want.
Whatever happened to real feelings?
Proles Unite!
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2 comments:
I think you read my mind when writing this. How are you dear?
Antsy christina, antsy..
numb and dumb.
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