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i take these words i make to sooth myself

just to break every promise i might have made

ill be fine

im getting better, you know, really better this time

just dont watch my eyes as i bleed trying to breathe

or cry wishing i could die and not have to lie

anmore to anyone or atleast not everyone

it takes too much, yet i have too little

so i cave and crawl into the darkness

of these caverns i call home when ive nowhere else to go

yet its all just in my mind

today was a good day bro, it really made me smile

too bad im more plastic than your sisters barbie doll

and today was only grand if your betting on my fall

shh.. speak soft... no one can know

im the strong one

i cant be weak

i must endure this pain for better days

i promise ill go on

about as truthfully as clinton was when he did not have sexual relations

ill "go on" all right

to the grave... or a home in the sky or atleast the ground



without a sound or a mutter against

the impending smell of death

because in all truth

i welcome it

i embrace it

i take it in and make it mine

my dream, my goals

what do you want to be when you grow up?

a bloody corpse

and for the low price of $9.99 wasted cat lives

you can have such grand ambitions too

step right up

be like me

the anti portrait

of a 21st century teenage burnout piece of carbon based waste