a armful of expensive baggage....
heavy clumsy un needed......
but a slave to this.....
for it ill always exist....
no caution heeded....just...
wasted time....money....
spent on useless thought.....after thought...
the trash can sags...
with the countless bags....
yet this naive existance...
absolutely must be bought.....
ill carry it every where.....
pinned next to my heart worn on this sleeve.....
see its just me....only me...
its so simple to just believe.....
that my reality is accurate....
i purchase peoples thoughts...
but really....whos to say.....
how much theyd all pay.....
if in this store they had been caught
Reason for writing:
tired and coked the fuck okut
Birth sign: Aries
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