black boxing gloves
would have been better if you werent so caught up
in where ive been
caffeen happiness
i feel like shit. good old shit
coffee.
music
talk
hot
hot
hot
glide child
flee
im over,
missing one last breathe.
i just want to be over, not to be yelled at anymore. anymore
im just something not good enough.
too tired to do everything. so damn
hypnotic
sleepy eyed
poem
fuck
me on the sofa.
fuck me.
in her heart
she wont answer the phone
if you dont have class
dimmer
solice
depending on the system
and hoping there was a painless way to do this.
planning my funeral now
you gave me hope
to just throw away
you see words arnt enough for me
i need something more.
lovely.
more
white
warm
gutsy
once more.
please
one more time
1:19 pm - 23.02.03
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