and it strikes again
that same old pain
my look: full of destain
that memory of being insane
that fake ass mane
i put up-damn lame
and this rain
ain't my dame
so i don't like it
this feling of being a piece of shit
that person long gone-damn i miss
her
an i curse
up my life
a life i despise
yea i have a goal
to not let anybody roll
through my way
of pain.....
-yakaa: jujaan
my palms sweat like i've lost a bet and my body shivers and my left hand quivers short breaths and a sharp headache but it all begins with the most simplest of things like a stammer of words, like noticing the quirks but the most irritating thing is the soft voice that sings the lullaby of my own demise, add blurry eyes to the list and that kiss of my demise begins to start leaving me asking questions like "what the hell am i supposed to do?" so i switch over whenever i can #criss(the switch over part) (#promise...don't worry this shit is a part of me) -yakaa: jujaa:
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