hella abstract.... spouting off misplaced facts.. when really the fact is.... my brain is racked... crack.. fizz.. pop.... i think something broke... the mirror only offers a sad joke... and even when i poke.. myself in the shoulder... i have since become the beholder.. of things bolder and colder.. damn...i must be getting older.. words transpire.. thoughts retire... and just when i cant get any higher... i push the needle in... hoping ill expire....
Reason for writing:
drugs
Birth sign: Aries
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