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i spent detention doin this.......
And now that my running has stopped, my breaths seem useless but long, i just cant fill up my lungs, and this is typical oh so typical, the cold showers cant wake me up, the water just makes me insane, and each bit of whiskey that touches my lips seems to just do the same, and failure is part of life but patience keeps us in tact and in this endless hall of hope we always stop to laugh, so why do the paintings stare im trying not to glare back it seems the painter was never aware that it was happiness they lacked, why is it always black cant yellow be a fellow friend i think instead a comfortable bed is where everthing should end