You know, I write and I write all of this poetry. It's all BULLSHIT. I think I'm writing, bleeding on paper, coping, letting my soul do the talking. I'M NOT. This isn't helping, it's just pissing me off the more and more I write. I HATE THIS. And I know, it's going to get better with time. "TIME heals all wounds", right? Well I'm fucking sick of hearing that shit. Becoming an angry alcoholic sounds pretty good to me right about now, Yeah, I think that's what I need. POUR ANOTHER SHOT, FILL MY GLASS. HERE'S TO YOU ALL! CHEERS!
-emiko_d
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