There were days:
just me and my guitar.
I never needed any more,
but something changed.
My songs don't sound the same...
Borderline deranged.
...
I think I'll smash this guitar
and start with something new!
Fuck it! Might as well smash that too!
...
So this is it:
the bottom of the pit.
I guess this is what I get.
Well, fuck it all,
like I already said.
I guess better here than dead.
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Author:
Noah Malice (
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what is going on at Mps, its all guitars. This one stands out for the uniqeness and structure. So in some kind of conclusion, i say fuck it all!
Fuck it.
When all hope is lost... fuck it.
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