Hurting. Die early. Worried. Surly.
Dying. Life is lying. Tired of trying.
Writing. Rhyming. Time the timing.
Protagonist enters scene with rhythm and moxy.
Wit is ungodly. Bitches lining up to strip and get fondled.
Whoa. That sounds SO cool. Like the flow is like SO smooth. Go you! Big cheesy wink.
You ever wanted to die? Yea, it's emo and 'gothic' to seem catatonic. Why don't you just stop it? Um. Because I'm depressed. Obsessed. Compulsive. Indulgent. Got a zest for life, but that zest applies to other sets and types of emotional spectrums. This roller coaster is stressful. Jesus, I'm pensive. Mood swing for the fences. My batter's eye's shut laying down a sacrifice bunt weakly to third, but I beat it to first. Stole second impaired and reached third on an error. Homeward bound to hold the crown and show the crowd.
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