Tag: Alone
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Alone
Sometimes I spend So much time alone In my room, With the door shut And the lights off, That I forget that Other people exist. And that’s pretty nice.
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Anxiety or Indigestion
It’s coming… I can feel it Coming. It’s in my gut, Churn Churn Churning, And Boil Boil Boiling. I’m going to erupt, Blow my lid, Lose my fucking shit. I can feel it Coming. Any minute… But then I burp, And I kind of Feel better. I guess it was just indigestion, I think.
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Muse
I lost my muse… No desire to write… Disinterested, Distant, Dimly Going through life. Fuck this And that, Fuck it all, Really. At least I can still rhyme.