a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnetThese little "problems" are mere mental flaws.
They hardly need attention, hardly need to be fed.
These birds are singing and it's not so much a secret anymore
So I'd watch your back and watch your mouth because they've been circling.
We are the vultures, maliciously counting down three, two, one...
The world, in fact, is not over.
Dig yourself out of your self-buried grave, only to throw yourself back in.
Well, someone's got to
And it's better you than us...
We are all hurting right now but does that even matter?
The scales have tipped but not in anyone's favor.
This is not an emergency.
This is a drill.
This is a wake up call to shake you from your self centered coma.
But we don't even want to take you back.
I heard that that bedside can get awfully lonely.
Those are poor excuses of make-shift friends
Do you really think they'll want to stay around any longer than him?
this is ridiculous. I'm sorry.
Bitter
Devious Comments
it's really very frustrating..
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