He's just as empty as a page, you know,
As far as empty pages go
And his could be the best I've ever read
He could talk about the football scores
And t.v. shows that he adores
They're the closest things to truth he's ever said
He doesn't have a bluff to call
'Cause really there's no "him" at all
He's practically among the living dead
And there he sits inside his shell
A martyr in a made up hell
A victim of the world inside his head














Devious Comments
Comments
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All I need is a piece of paper
and something to write with, and then
I can turn the world upside down.
- Nietzche
Everything you can imagine is real. -Pablo Picasso
ah i still dont know
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scratch it too much, and it will either spread or bleed...
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scratch it too much, and it will either spread or bleed...
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"If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you."
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scratch it too much, and it will either spread or bleed...
also, whether or not you fav, the comments still mean a lot to me, so thanks
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scratch it too much, and it will either spread or bleed...
But yes, I've greatly enjoyed your poetry thus far, and I look forward to seeing more
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