Poor and alone, but not stoned
Who else could write such pathetic poetry
It is I
Rules are rules
Dreams are made to be destroyed
Money is no object … of mine
This is my life
What life ?!?
No money, friends, girlfriend, sport or brain
A secluded monk without religion
A wanker for life
I even quote old movies
if only you knew the darkness inside me
a wannabe inbreeder
self esteem ?
there’s no such thing
fuck it
Reason for writing:
what do you think?
Birth sign: Cancer
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