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A poem when i was in fact bored of loving somebody
Submitted:Sep 12, 2009 Reads: 409 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
I'm so bored with love
And it's passionless limbs
That drape over my head
In a woozy state of emptiness
It wears the same red heart
My soul picked out hitchhiking
Of highway stupidity
I'm so bored of my own love
And it's emotionless whims
That follow me
In an annoying cloud of desperation
Clothed in a black nothing
Until I raised the knife to my wrist and the gun to my head
In a silly streak of sadness
I threw away my life
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