Now i wonder what is wrong with me now let me see you never know the answer could be right in front of me , but no, no its not its never there, as i stand and look in utter despair tightly clutching the freshly sprouted torn out clump of grey hair whilst quietly contemplating launching myself headfirst down the stairs ,one good splat and the job would be done no more fucked up thoughts my mind would finally be numb,but theres only one problem with my master plan i live in a ground floor flat no stairs god damn
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Author:
N j stafford aka lonely poet aka bombhead82 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2017 02:19
- Comment from author about the poem: I hope to do some lighter stuff soon
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Comments4
Just noticed some mistakes in that kids going crazy whilst I was writing
Lol...damn the luck. Very well done...a great write
Thank u ever so much
A men brother
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