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I'm going just throw up random shit cause I know there is not a single peroson that reads this thing
I count on these fingers that feel broken like a thousand void tokens that grind away on wooden floors to echo louder than the nails that drag down the chalk boards of silent rooms just look ahead knowing that the head I have still feels the unhealed pain of the pavement that it once hit days ago smashing, slaming, bleeding the pain is still here but wearin off cause I kill sorrow with the knife of happy times I slip the feet that are so moist from the lotion of next day in the boots of hope my skates and wonder what is out there next to paint with the feet of art...
I count on these fingers that feel broken like a thousand void tokens that grind away on wooden floors to echo louder than the nails that drag down the chalk boards of silent rooms just look ahead knowing that the head I have still feels the unhealed pain of the pavement that it once hit days ago smashing, slaming, bleeding the pain is still here but wearin off cause I kill sorrow with the knife of happy times I slip the feet that are so moist from the lotion of next day in the boots of hope my skates and wonder what is out there next to paint with the feet of art...