Time ticks with no sign of slowing
And like the earth we have no plans on growing
Little by little we're erroding this place
Slowly we corrode in this place
This is my two weeks notice
I've handed in my resignation
you all know im giving up
I've spent enough time listening to pursuation.
I just cannot keep up
But it doesent matter does it?...
...i dont know where this poem is leading
it no longer feels like its about myself
it no longer IS about myself
who am i portraying?
this certainly isnt me right now...
...one week later and i read this
i know who im portraying
it's just me
a sad, bleak me
one who wishes he wasent sober.
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