langston Hughes' Bitch
When I rewind the tapes that hold my memories...
The bulky gray rectangles flapping with a magnetic ribbon
Buzzing softly inside, two concentric circles wrapping around
the past and the past future
...I get frustrated because it all seems so simple
Think about it man
everything I see reminds me of what I once thought I wanted to be
I hid behind a camera and I was rude
I thought I wanted to pile up boxes and boxes of tapes
like Mr. Brainwash in that ...banksy film....
I wanted people to be amazed at how well I remembered-
or maybe how well I clung to the past
I really don't need that though
I spent enough time just.. like.. lyinggggggg
to myself and not even acknowledging it until it was too late
I just neeed to like.. fucking just like,, beeeee myseffff you knowwwww
I don't have to suck you know
Like
I can not do that sometimes
I sucked enough already so that's done man
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whatever ttouhgh
here I am!!!! This is me!!!!!! This is my cute ass!!! I'm
way happier now just chasing dreams and tail and cars and everything i can
good for me
I loosened up and stopeed crying every night
Thats ##ME##
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