dealing in death
I set out,With good intended,
When somthing in me,
Becomes misdirected.
As summe turns,
A winter falls,
My stomach churns,
Ive accomplished nothing at all.
So judge me swift,
Claim my soul,
Life is a gift,
But its gotten old.
dealing in death
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Tags: Apathy
With good intended,
When somthing in me,
Becomes misdirected.
As summe turns,
A winter falls,
My stomach churns,
Ive accomplished nothing at all.
So judge me swift,
Claim my soul,
Life is a gift,
But its gotten old.
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