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Bonafide nobody, ask my friends.
π°.π΄. π²πππππ
Bonafide nobody, ask my friends.
Bonafide nobody, ask my friends.
Bonafide nobody, ask my friends.
Ever burn
Ever again
Ever since
Ever you
Ever see
Ever life
Ever die
Weβve been here before
_Yes we have_
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_the walls are bleeding again_
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Stop killing them
and the bloodβll go back,
twit
_Itβs another empty room_
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Empty rooms for empty men,__
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right old friend?
_Whyβd they put us alone?_
Because of you,
you have to be alone with me.
_Why wonβt you just leave?_
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Thatβs...
I want you to read this one day
when it all feels like too much
when youβre feeling sorry for yourself
I want you to know youβre nothing
You should be nothing
You should have cried
when you broke her heart
You shouldβve clung to that guilt
before God and not to me
I was chasing your ghost,
because the world told me
you deserve to be happy,
and I became a ghost myself
here I ...
When we are eternal,
then how time shall be
quite the concept.
When we are fully alive,
never to die,
then how death shall be so distant.
When we dance in the infinite,
with songs of good praise,
then how space will seem
such a trivial thing.
When we speak and breathe
the Light of He,
then how dark will be
only a memory.
When we have full joy,
such to never cry,
then how weeping
will seemi...
The dry cleaner
reaches into the breast pocket
of the old, worn out blazer
and finds a note
(what she wouldβve never read
if it didnβt have a spot oβ blood on it)
She opens and reads
_βNaw bruh, cus why Mr. Ramirez got that skibidi Ohio rizz?β_
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She folded the note and shook her head, wondering what the note might mean....
The waters know
what it means to be
battered to and fro
The sky shows
its true colors
as the sun dips low
The earth now shivers
and quakes
with its lover away
The sun went on
to give someone else
good warmth and day
The wind howls
and laughs
as it watches me shiver
The ice seeps inside,
becomes me,
and I winter...
He wore the hard hat
when I was a boy
and had the horrid boots
the crushed back
ββ I saw him on his bike
near the city circle
and said no words to him
(At least 10 years, I think)
He saw my hard hat
and my horrid boots
and my crushed back
and he asked,
βAre you in masonry?β
βPlumbing. Do you know who I am?β
Here the shell of a man squinted and shown his toothless smile,
βDaryl? Noβ¦ who are yo...
The cop with the pen
shot himself on accident
and blamed the jailbird
the reporter lied
to himself and the paper
caging the poor bird
the cop played along
the reporter found Jesus
the bird lay broken
the truth came to light
light came to the reporter
the bird left the cage
the cop with no wings
crammed into the olβ birdcage
had a diffβrent tune
the reporter lived
wrote books and produce...