headphones in, world out
I don't care if my mom has to shout
Can't stand one more minute
Of this hellhole called life
I'm barely swimming now
When I'm doing the dishes,
I can't put down the knife
And when I go down
I want to have my favorite tune
On replay to live out my doom
k.g
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colorless
PoesiaIn this instant, I see it all so clearly; while colors are such a vivid asset in his book of pictures, I have realized that the reason I do not fit in this title is because I am simply devoid of color. I am c o l o r l e s s. I am nothing but slathe...
