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Friday
written by DarkAngelBlood02:56 AM 8/1/04shoot myself, shoot myself, yeh, yeh, yeh.
shoot myself, shoot myself, yeh, yeh, yeh.
i wanna die, die, die.
cause all i do is cry, cry, cry.
this math class sucks,
i don't really give a fuck.
i can't concentrate,
i'd rather disintegrate.
at lunch i told him to go away,
i'll contact you on never day.
try to pay attention,
i feel rejection.
i have no idea what's going on,
all i know is i am wrong.
kill me now, kill me today.
kill me now, i'm wasting away.
there is a pattern here.
all i feel is fear.
the generations' repeat.
the world is getting colder and bleak.
i'm coming down now,
i'm coming down without you. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
In math class, bored as hell, and the time is 12:55 pm. I am desperately waiting to get the fuck out of here. Oh shit! The teacher, damn.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by SuperBob (8-1-2004 - 03:06 AM)
| thats a nice poem you got there...i liked the second half best....it was quite good...i enjoyed it fully...good work...and to think you were in stupid math |
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