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- teaching people to gain
- joy from my
- misery
- (not joy, but entertainment.. value of some sort)
- is something that i wish i didnt have to do
- to expressmyselfcorrectly
- but here i am writing another fucking
- poem
- even though i hate this
- i hate waht im doing
- to you
- to me
- to p much all of it
- i keep writing out my feelings and heart
- and every time it comes out more and more dirty
- it comes out like a rusted pipe at a campsite
- filtering the water through paper towels the way leif taught me
- the stark white of the towel is stained red
- with oxidized pipe residue
- i cant drink that shit
- but i have to,
- at this point in the night,
- so i will, but i know i shouldnt
- im parched, and as i drink, i drain all the
- barely filtered water
- i still need more
- drinking from the rusted tap, i think to myself
- i need
- to stop
- i need somebody to stop me
- because i wont stop myself
- as i drink it feels so good, but every swallow
- my throat gets drier
- my eyes tear up
- my knees can barely support this tomb
- i cant stop drinking from the faucet
- like adam from the tree
- except i dont have an eve to pin my bullshit on
- and adam had good Fuckin shit on that fucking tree fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck
- i need to stop
- as the water
- rolls down my
- chin
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