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A poem that kinda of just immediately had a title, so uhh yea
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Blinding flash, and now im talking to god.
he starts to laugh, and i begin to cough.
He smiles, and tells me, all about what we
call reality, a ..
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A basic ramble.
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You always catch yourself before your fall.
sitting right behind the wall, you suffocate yourself
for a little bit of sanity, to try to battle off ..
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Im drifting out to space,
to erase this thought of the human race.
No more worrying, just mindless floating.
Im higher than high, full flahsed a..
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I know when your lying, that little left twith
caught in the middle of your eye.
I've seen your beauty, and everything
else you have to hide.
an..
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A poem about alcohol.
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"A poem for the terminal thinker"
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Are you there? i can barely feel you here.
you've disapeared, relased from our atmosphere.
Every day i feel that itch, but it finally goes away.
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Why must disease ridden chemistry, festering and infecting, destroy everything.
Reaching me, and disecting everything that makes me, flow with thi..
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