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46. Ink Clots [Crazy Hearts]

OH MY. It seems like I'm going back in time! Not only am I being totally immature on a daily basis, but I am also absolutely crazy at times xD WOW. Truth is, lot's of stuff is going on in my life, some good, some bad...some just...WTF o.O BIG changes, big events, and school just adds to it all. History tests? French cramming!? Yup, school is great. Bottom line- my life's crazy, and I'm just playing along with it ;)

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Heart erupting with heat
Flames scorching into rage
Swallowing shallow tears
As I slowly turn the page

Chapter one is over
That episode is done
I have felt what I have felt
Now Chapter two has begun

So, guess what, I may be a little crazy
Though that's an understatement, I must say...
But, guess what, I'm still alive
And I was nothing but myself today

The scribbled pages in life
They keep on going
Like blood spewing through the vein
New emotions keep on flowing

Ink clots stain the paper
Bruises every now and then
It is abolutely pleasant
To know it will never happen again

This pen, it keeps on writing...
My thoughts expressed in rhyme
As I repeat moronic mistakes
Time after time after time


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