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Uncertainty


I got these veins that are pulsating through my membrane having blood flowing through me brain thinking about how I can get some fame and get some class and not sit on my ass Passing and sitting and learning the facts about life thinking about how good this knife looks upon my skin seeing red roll down to the puddle of my sins. Waking up to the sounds of my clock hearing life go tic tock tic to-to-to-talking and walking through these hallways several ways I can see what I want to be I start to fly high towards the sun to be number one. But I combust into flames so I hide my head in shame. I begin to fall slowly down down down into the ground into this hole of darkness that is filled with sadness. Can;t catch a break I yell for God's sake. With no better hope for tomorrow my whole world is consumed with sorrow.
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