Musing.

by lonelynow   Apr 13, 2008


I want no eating disorder
Just a general diagnosis of "messed up"
I read poetry that you'll never see,
And I pity you
I felt the blood vessel burst in my eye
But said nothing for fear that I would choke
Finally looked around and screamed
"Does anyone know when this gruesome play will end?"
A struggling artist struggles on only for his art.

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