luv sic P1
• Written by Intelligents
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penis
The feelings bleed out like an open wound
a false face put on just like a costume
everything feels wrong and there's a certain doom
it stays lingering inside of every room
and it follows me a grey cloud of gloom
but this not another cliche loud cartoon
i can't just sweep away with a broom
or fly away from it like I was a cocoon
and i presume
if i consume more alcohol
that my troubles will wash away at all
what happens when I trip and fall
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Intelligents
Member since May 18 2013