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What Is This Crap?


I kinda wrote these words,

not knowing where to go.

Mock-styling what I’ve heard,

man, this kinda blows…

 

I felt too numb to really try,

and now it’s even worse.

It feels like they want me to fly,

but I’m grounded by this curse.

 

Yup, I half-assed these lines,

it is pretty pathetic.

I’ve been convicted, pay the fines,

okay, okay, I’ve said it.

 

This is been made on the spot,

and my reason was, uhm...

I forgot.

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