I get up, get out of bed,
it's a place one step below hell.
I sit in all self pity i own.
Nothing ever makes life grow a little taller, but i continue to spend my unhappy hours dwelling in everyone elses perfectly spent days.
Get my out, i want an exit sign and a door.
please
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whoa, that's heavy
ReplyDeletewell written though
cheer up blythey, love youuuu