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i don't think i've ever been so emotionally exhausted.
i'm fine out in public, but when i'm alone that's when it gets rough
so i just keep reading poetry and writing poetry and writing everything
unfortuantely, i still don't want to post anything i've written on here
so instead, we get to hear from my best friend, mr. charles bukowski:
it's funny, isn't it? #2
when we were kids
laying around the lawn
on our
bellies
we often talked
about
how
we'd like to
die
and
we all
agreed on the
same
thing:
we'd all
like to die
fucking
(although
none of us
had
done any
fucking)
and now
that
we are hardly
kids
any longer
we think more
about
how
not to
die
and
although
we're
ready
most of
us
would
prefer to
do it
alone
under the
sheets
now
that
most of
us
have fucked
our lives
away.
i'm fine out in public, but when i'm alone that's when it gets rough
so i just keep reading poetry and writing poetry and writing everything
unfortuantely, i still don't want to post anything i've written on here
so instead, we get to hear from my best friend, mr. charles bukowski:
it's funny, isn't it? #2
when we were kids
laying around the lawn
on our
bellies
we often talked
about
how
we'd like to
die
and
we all
agreed on the
same
thing:
we'd all
like to die
fucking
(although
none of us
had
done any
fucking)
and now
that
we are hardly
kids
any longer
we think more
about
how
not to
die
and
although
we're
ready
most of
us
would
prefer to
do it
alone
under the
sheets
now
that
most of
us
have fucked
our lives
away.