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Empty bottles of beer on the wall
Yet, I still feel so cold
Nobody to turn that heating on
This life is so seriously well done
And I don't know what to write
Can't blame me for being impolite
Feeling so sick of those stupid fears
Thinking I'm older than my present years
I hate this dumb rhyme in my verses
Can't help it, not even with curses
These words are so foreign to me
Do you really think this is me who you see?
Distant adoration, what a nice trap
Why just not admit all of this is crap?
Heaven is too high, Hell too low
Am I hallucinating or is this rhythm slow?
Sophisticated taste in music, but I like the dog bark
I can only notice this room is too dark
…ark
…rk
…k
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And this poem is for Katou, little junkie from AS...
