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Is there a weird all inclusive word for

"Everything I wish I had the courage to say"

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26

I hate

That my technological device

Tries

To tell me I'm wrong

Before it knows

What I'm going to say.

All the words

Flash red before my eyes

Like I am an incapable buffoon,

Stumbling around set

With a slightly used paintbrush

Looking for work

That I'm not technically supposed to be doing.

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25

There is no end

For judgement day.

Fire

Will rain down

And I

Will be pleased with the burn.

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24

Life astounds me.

Words fail me.

I don't understand

What my mind

Strives to comprehend

In this uselless

Garbage world

Of fascination proportion.

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23

The only good thing

To come out of my math class

Is

That everybody else is really fucking slow

At writing down notes.

It gives me

So much time between

Having to jot down some notes

Electronically.

This time

Is filled with silent moaning

And staring

At the vast empty space

That is currently

Invading

My cranisl sctructure.

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22

I

Am too weary

To even attempt

At fully comprehending the material.

Concentration

Is the light

At the end of the tunnel

And I have laid myself down on the tracks

To die.

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21

I yawn

Because my soul wants to escape

From this horrid meat cage

It's entrapped in.

I am nothing

To my soul.

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20

5 minutes

Until

I voluntarily put whatever is left of my mind

At risk.

I can't say for sure

That where I am going

Will permanently melt my consciousness,

But there's a pretty good chance.

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19

The inner sanctuary of my head

Is like a greek cathdral

Dedicated to

The god of the void

That is currently filling the cast emptiness.

Upon closer inspection,

The walls are crumbling down

And there's nothing I can do

To stop

The roaring of blood

In my ears.

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18

I refilled my water bottle

And now

It sits

By my feet,

Rejected and lonely

As my stomach screams to be filled

With sustenance.

Little does my stomach know

Because I

Do not plan to eat breakfast.

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17

It requires

So much energy

To form a singular thought.

I feel

Like I could topple over.

I'm staring at the blank wall

In hopes

That maybe it will relieve

The think

And rest my mind

Without closing my eyes

And falling unconscious.

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16

My roommates

Are alive

And kicking

And in our room,

Invading my inner thoughts

And fear of clarity.

The answer remains the same:

No fucking shit.

At least:

Not in this moment of

Exhaustion

And creativity.

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15

Believe me,

You do not want to know

The things

That have come out of my mouth

This morning,

Like an overflow

Of distorted,

Cartoonish reality

That has seeped from the void

And crawled lowly

Out into the daylight,

Cringing at the sun

And oozing sickness

And discomfort.

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14

My hellspawn descriptin

Of the most

Majestic creature

I have ever heard of:

"So,

I've never met

This perfect specimen of God's Holy creation,

But

From what photographs

I have seen

And descriptions

I have been given:

Physically:

He is extremely attractive,

In a cute/adorable

Kitten straight from the void

Vibe.

He's the epitome

Of sexy forearms

And collarbones.

His hair is black

And somewhat curly

Like ebony filigree.

He's on the shorter side

(Which perfectly coincides

With my wishes

Of the perfect man).

He

Is some kind of ethnicity

That's not white.

Methinks

Maybe Hispanic?

Not a problem,

White people be trash.

Personality:

He's an angel.

He's always climbing things

Trying to get to the sky.

If he had wings,

I'm sure he would fly.

His disposition

Is like cherry syrup

On chocolate chip pancakes

From IHOP

At 4:36 a.m.

He has a habit

Of falling asleep in the car

As if

The motor vehicle

Would take him away

From this bullshit reality

We are forced to live through.

Overall,

I have no complaints.

I just hope

He is as

Aesthetic

As my peeps make him out to be.

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13

I am in bed.

I was gonna sleep,

But the sleep is not coming.

It is filled

With the rage

Of a neglected child,

Abandoned on the streets of Brooklyn.

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11

You

Are getting the hang

Of this LSD hell ride

Of no sleep.

And for the record

Scratching at the back of our brains,

I

Am running on less

Than 2 hours of sleep,

Caffeine,

And sugar.

A nasty combination.

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12

I'm physically

Exhausted,

But my eyes

Are glued open by

The chemical reactions

Of my bad decision of

Drinking tea

At the ungodly hour I got out of bed

At this morning.