My hidden knives are always found
Their brakes always slam to the ground
Buildings are never tall enough
Can't OD without the right stuff
Too safe to walk around at night
Can't even pick a single fight
Oh how very lucky I am
That God protects his suicidal lamb!
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
