| Just leave already. It has been made clear to me that I am not welcomed and you no longer want to stay here. Waking up, seeing you, honestly I want to be through with this routine. You are already gone. Your body just happens to be here. I am trying to make enough smoke; enough smoke to make you disappear. Quiting is a trend that I have started and you have taken my lead. Leave. Go home, go home, where ever that may be, go home; I know it isn't here anymore. Along the wall, I hear voices. Below the floor, I hear footsteps. At the ends of all my finger tips I feel you. The moon can't light my cigarette. The water can't quench my thirst. The grass can heal my woes. So just stop talking about them. Despite the sun I am still getting cold. I think I would rather sleep alone. Sleep alone. Sleep alone. Sleep alone. Don't talk. Please continue not to use real words. Decoy conversations are always better than the truth. Go back to your bohemian love life. Smoke yourself to sleep. Snort yourself awake. Read a book; smart people can't make bad decisions. Drink yourself in love. Go to bed, you won't be alone. You are the lucky one. You are you are you are you are.......lucky
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| over $600
fuck you e bay for taking my salary fuck you fuck you fuck you
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| i cut my hair i do enjoy the air i play my guitar so much
today i purchased a bike soon after i rode it what if i killed people
i got a book of mormon today i skipped work it was so pretty outside the stripes are city skylines
id like an amp very soon i am curious about my future its frightening i stare so much
goodnight
go ahead talk to me apparently ive got free time
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| ive been listening to them alot
my id should be in soon
appling for the apt on monday
i really want an old church organ there very cheap
aerial came to see me yesterday morning around 8 am i was an asshole the entire time...sorry
i dont think people like it when you call a just to tell them that their new haircut makes them like a bull dike
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