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This Relaxed Fit
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So here I am. All thoughts are toxic.
Like a dampness sticks to the wall.
Life is stale, therefore I'm stale.
Stuck inside, home alone.
I am just growing mold.
Smell that sour? I think I’m dying.
My insides ain’t staying gold.
Liver shakes, eyes radiate.
Not asleep, but still as stone.
I am just growing mold.
Here I sit. Still as the fucking moon.
Empty, silent and cold like doom.
All I crave. All I crave. All I crave is peace,
Clear eyes, and thirst for youth.
I am just growing mold.
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Cassilis Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Total bullshit, mid-30's white collar angst.
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