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Nov 13, 2011 17:01

The tape doesn’t stick to the wall

the tape doesn’t stick to the wall

the tape doesn’t stick to the wall

The poster keeps falling, keeps falling, over and over and over again

It wakes me up from slumber

It wakes me up and I get up

I’m sick of putting it back on the wall

It just doesn’t stick

I’m sick of putting it back

But I don’t want to not put it back

I want the poster on the wall

My posters on the wall

Still I don’t put on new tape

New tape still won’t make them stick to the wall

My walls are greasy or dirty or something

The tape doesn’t stick to the wall.

I put it back up and I put it back up but the tape doesn’t stick to the wall

A/N: Well this is random. It's a poem about exactly what it sounds like: my posters falling because the tape doesn't stick properly. But it could be a metaphor for something. I don't know. I'm on a weird mood, angsty and bored. Kind of lonely but I don't want to hang out with people either.

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