I Stare At You As You Read My Paper.

i stare at you as you read my paper.

you better read all that because it took me a 30 minutes to illistrate and write you white millennial, penis and testicle owner

i'll wake up one day, and cry because i'll be so glad i made it through this. i'll be elated because the problems i deal with now will be nothing except ghost of what i've overcome. of course they'll stay with me, yet their haunting voices will only remind me of what i outlived.

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it is really commiting crimes when it's not a commitment?

'cause, most crimes are stared on a whim when things escalate and stuff.

as such, after a crime you could deal with the consequences or evade them.

*jams to the peanut butter*

*cries because i can't get it off the roof of my mouth*

to the memories that haunt me:

your ghost only reminds me of what i out lived.

to the inconveniences of today:

the breath down my neck is proof of your failure to kill me.

to the complications to come:

you cannot escape me.