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Sunday, April 28, 2013

I'd like to sit back and relax
And watch these fools hang themselves

I am over this life
Just tired with everything
This whole mind-numblingly boring shit
I am better than this life

I try to forget
But you grew roots around my ribcage
And sprouted flowers
And all day I pluck their petals

I know that what I am searching for is real
In my heart I know