delicate, gross

can I show you the world
when all I know are sad songs?
a life I used to love,
a boy I used to know,
delicate and gross,
predispossed to death,
maybe I'm obssessed,
but I have a hunch--
I'm blessed.

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endless space
time and blank pages,
yesterday, today, and then

triggering meltdowns
colossal breakdown
callous pen

byou bray one
gl
that's all

new town
no name

now
 trade time

money
 is king

tired all the time
waking

write
time waiting

don't write
wait

pacing
no time is worth this

i'm a patient boy
i wait i wait i wait i wait

and i just went like,
fuck you, you need to get your shit together,

good for you, yeah, blah blah blah whatever
this is all shatter,

nothing really matters,
nothing really matters,

after
all

pop
top dawn

down wind
nip

sip
little bit

bit by bit
tip

pit
top to the

bot, it
get
g
get
it, get

got, or
amore

pizza
poor-ay

meesta
mess

miss
misses

eminate
thrills

still
existence

still point
presence

no
not-it

it-isn't
it's nothing

nothing
is-it

is-not
nothing

i dn't got
git gr8

i'm rye-meme
so dank.