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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Today is an ordinary day, painfully Pointless and average. Living to pay a System, that hates people like me, like a log cutter a tree, chopping away. Not leaving me be. I know people. Designers looking for the flaws and faults, waiting To judge. They love it, and do it with grudge. Today is yet another day to pay my boredom, look for pointless pleasure. Just trying to feel something, by possibly reading a book. Each page full, unlike mine; a dull waste of flipping time. There was a time I had pleasure, didn’t get bored so quick. But, it was flawed, it was malicious and monsterous in nature. I was a living creepy-pasta. It was delicious, but made the blood spill, mind turn to jelly on a hot sunny day. I soon lost the will. Today, today, I have lost everything. Every frickin page written terribly for me, a fate that hates, I get bored so fast. It’s grown tiresome, like over drinking water, it fills you up, bores you, you’ve done it in the past. Eventually it all bores me, my malicious pleasures have gone because I care, I can’t do it again. No, not again. It’s not fair, I can’t be happy. I guess people would like to blame me for that, they don’t understand me. What happened to me can’t even be named, born in a plane crashing to the ground. A checkmate in 3, about to be found. Inevitable. Today, My soul glows a blood red. No dark pleasures, found in the sun. But anger.
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