It's in my fucking hand
It's against my fucking throat
I just can't seem to do itNo matter how many times I practice
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoezjaLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
I Can't Do it II
It's in my fucking hand
It's against my fucking throat
I just can't seem to do itNo matter how many times I practice