

UncountedThose pages uncounted I tore them out and saw them Tired of looking. Hoping my mother would not hear my plans Plans in my head I had my ideas I did not feel lazy. I poured oil on those pages uncounted and giggled softly to myself Tired of looking. I set fire to those pages uncounted and placed them in a pelau pot. Watched them burn with a smile Watched the flames with a smile. Felt the smoke with a smile Hoping my mother would not smell my plans go up in smoke. I then drowned those pages uncounted Embers did not satisfy me. Words, facesUncounted


Going downhillI got pricked with a needle like a freaking Sleeping Beauty but it was'nt bleeding and I'm trying my best to make it bleed right now. I wish my mother would listen to the lyrics of the music I sing.Going downhill
A message between the tears.
And I'm asked to take it down
The sweet lyrics of a song coupled with the laughter of apathy by those who need to hear me
The music of irony The music of life The end.
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COMMISSION ME
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Dont kill me, ill do it myself.
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COMMISSION ME
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(now we just gotta stress ourselves out about the results...)
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Dont kill me, ill do it myself.
(now we just gotta stress ourselves out about the results...)
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Dont kill me, ill do it myself.
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Dont kill me, ill do it myself.
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Dont hate cuz imma n00b
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eliminate the false and retain the truth
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