i dont really know why i stopped writing poems, so
time flys by when ur having fun
but to me it seems like an inching run
i want to sleep but i want to play
i cant even make up my mind today
im so bored that even cartoons amuse me
at this point it pointless to point out, maybe
writing these dumb reasons is why
time just doesnt seem to fly.....
and i wish i was high? yay rhyming rocks!
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