I wanna scream
No frigging sleep
Tossing, turning, kicking, sweating
Acid, the taste of acid,
In the middle of the night.
Have to post,
It's a race
The one with the most posts lives
Nervous, afraid,
I have to remember to breathe.
Talk, talk talk,
but only if you like me does it mean something.
Dreaming of mom,
Giving me shit
What have I failed now
Does it matter
I'll be alone anyway.
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