just sitting here, wondering, what will it be like in a couple of years? will i still be pounding out poems of mad drunken bouts or will i not write at all, will the words dry up and leave me alone, busted flat broke of any emotion, can i continue on at this pace or will my heart just stop, beating, one last time..... fuck that, i'll still be here....Birth sign: Libra
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