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Drowning out, spilling out
Total nonsense coming out of my mouth
Days bleed into weeks, months I just wanna shout
Walking around, looking about, going in and out
Music blares out
Coming out from my headphones
While the zombies I call friends
Are hunching down while letting out a moan
Roses are blue, violets are red
Without any of this, I think I will be dead
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Daily slice of Life
PoetryThese are just poems that I've wrote done. We've all had those days, happy, sad, any emotions will be in this book.
