I don't have many friends
I don't have much money
But it would seem that I am Rich with Words
So I thought to my Vault I go
Blog your Heart out
But I feel Hallow
this emptiness consumes me
I hate this Bed
and I'm tired of its routine
Heartbreaks and tainted Dreams
I free myself of you and your
Comforting blankets of plausible
Display of affection
I want no more of you
I cant type no more...
More Coffee for me!
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