All I can see is white walls
Fulfillment neglected
it was oddly plain
unforseen days were to follow
Either I can be reliable
or I could be greatful not to be
I would choose the latter
For cowards depends on fleas
This is the darkness I share with you
So don't ever cross
being judgemental as you could
You chose to read
my pathetic lament
So stay as I please,
'till the pit I fall into end
-3:16pm wild
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"i have nothing to write i am not even free not until i find the sugar for my coffee"
