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What A Bummer Poem
Overwhelming thoughts pour into my head with every breath that I take.
Maybe if it was a bit more quiet I wouldn’t shut down from every little mess I make.
In time this empty shell gets filled with pity and loathing, for the person that I’ve made.
I know I will lose control one day, and the tears will flow as I finally break.
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What A Bummer Poem
I can feel the walls getting thicker.
It all closes in, but it’s fine this happens all the time.
A spliff or two keeps away the shivers.
No time for loathing, these walls are by my design
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What A Bummer Poem
Another day of uncomfortable waiting
Pretending that things will change.
I can’t deal with the problems I’m facing.
Same things over again, mentally deranged.
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