The dehydrated working class poet. Not afraid to admit I'm wrong. Just hard being wrong for so long.
Monday, 8 December 2008
Monday blues.
So here it is, monday and im in need of a hug, things seem pretty low at the moment and i have scratched the life out of myself, its a nitemare. its a fuckin joke. but tbh i have to go.
I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?
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