Random Verse

It’s no secret that I’m a mess… you know that clean closets never made good stories. People love the skeletons… they make it easy to relate. And I do wash with misery… but I’d rather not have the company. This is me… what a fucking joke… elated…excuses…excite…the equilibrium… ecstasy for the essence. I want a dope soul. I want to know… with out a doubt… when the shoe drops… and the time stops… that I can stand and shout… I said it…I did it… peace bitches… I’m out.

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