Poem 4 ~ February 19, 2016

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I let the music fill me
As I allow society to let me be
Waiting patiently
And anxiously
As anxiety fills my vicinity
Just waiting and holding my breath
Til' the very last death
Now I beg you to tell me why everyone seems to be on meth
Just stop and take a moment
To hold it
To hold every last bit
Until our minds are completely bent
Now I'm trying to figure out what the hell to do
I was completely counting on you but you never pulled through
And now we're doomed
But I'll stop here now
Or I'll keep wondering how
You were able to commit such a foul

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