A New Man
Oh how I wish to rid my skull of what I wish to purge onto paper,
It would go and I would be a new man.
All the wasted hours memorizing the past-
The lights are dimming and I need a clean slate-
I better stop before it kills me.
I better stop. I better stop. I better stop. I better stop. I better stop. I better stop. I better stop. I better stop.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
I better stop.
I better stop.
Just Stop!
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