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Who cares...

I feel sick , yet should I say vomitrocious....
I feel like my dreams are fading into a realm thats hopeless...

Cant think straight unless Im painting freights...

getting higher w/ bricks and stacked crates...

color banger schemes and dirty finger tips...
amongst the rust I'm taking kush rips...

Catch me in the end like the caboose...

I've had that real alaskan thunderf**k while drinking amber ale w/ a moose...

Too many broken promises and loosened screws

Tired of wasting time and but this addictive passion is distributing bad news...

I just love the filth of grime
I been living this life...

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I care...I really do....

I wish you were here...

Right here by my side,

holding me genuinely and tight...

I think of you every night...

I think of you when I awake...

I'll do anything for you, Whatever it takes...

Only if you were here...I jus want someone to smile with and hold hands on the beach while the sun sets....

Just you and me....

These thoughts make me happy...

I feel lonley but I know you'll be

here soon...

I think of you when i see stars and

the moon....

Because you are more than my

sunshine...

You're that puzzle piece in my life

that I could never find...

I wish u were here....
here, next to my side

I kno this love won't last but what I do have is the moments I've kept inside....

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Tippy toe into my dojo...
Im the definition of ghetto...
I stay on the grind and I get dough..
Of course I creep slow as I lay low..
Somewhat like bums creeping w/ 1 eye shut on Skidrow

I'll take you on a journey through downtown and show you what goes down...
Like these crackhead pscyhos and skitzos...its more like fat cops eating pork chops on patrol...

You cant sell your soul because it's already been sold for some foolsgold...

I watch individuals crumble and fold
In alley ways and the side of the gutter...

That crackpipe is that toothless whores best lover...

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Society hates me....

Or atleast thats what I feel...

I got paint running through my veins and I eat rust off steel...

I got sticky fingers and they casually steal...

I rather eat some slimey algea
smothered on a cooked moray eel

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that second poem u wrote was very moving to me....

u are a genunine hater and deserve to be bitchslapped. lol

the third and fourth were dope,

i liked that crackwhore line.

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o, and vomitrocious is Fiction's word, yah biter.

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I kno but but but I likez0rs