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i tried to tell you i’m worthless

find me at the local thrift shop

the cigarettes don’t satisfy anymore

all these things we do all day

nothing really does anything

numb, jaded, scarred

better off jus quitting the whole thing

but i’ll always write in hopes you read

words mean little unless written down

some poetry goes unsaid

some is in the way we move

when i die, leave a cigarette at the grave

i promise you it’s all worth it

jus reading a good book goes a long way

she told me to leave the light on

i left it on & went to sleep on a starry night

all was alright, all was alright

if i’m in any way a genius, so are you

Punk is on the streets

Grunge is within the attire

Everything died except for ink

Death is the new .wav

do what we can to entertain in this life

Yin & Yang on time for all things