Move on, you pathetic sack of sh*t

one time, it made me feel like I was two timed,
Tricked and treated left to change for a handful of dimes,
That brought upon all this reflection about my personal dejection and all that came with the insight of the night sky,
And of course the thoughts perpetrated in my head brought tears to my eyes,
Dropping sadness on the ground like rainfall, I cry
And if that wasn't enough I thought I wou...ld die,
Because the thought of living had become so metaphorical that I didn't understand that my brain was fried
And that life had been shifted from what it was supposed to be to misconceptions about how I needed that high,
brought on from the same thrill the birds get when they fly, and now the time comes for me to decide,
how to move on with my life

The End

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