Do it all.
Be it all.
Just asking, does it have to be like this?
There's a cold french fry under the seat of my car.
I'm living the American Way.
Not at Home
I keep my phone on because I am afraid I'll miss you
I don't know you but you might need me
I can be reached on numbers,emails, twitters
I'm in a virtual world but never at home.
Doing
Can't Breath
My oxygen is low
Smothered by the blanket
Of
Doing
It covers me like
Spilled Ink
Runny darkness spreading to my edges
Covering my essence
Stealing my light
Dirty Thief
Wants more more more.
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